Her name is Butterfly, and she is the oiran of a small flower house by the Qinhuai River. He is the thug in the building. One is beautiful and the other is ugly. It stands to reason that the two of them have little friendship.
But I don't know when two people can get together to talk, about the past and about the future.
The two of them never said anything about their commitment, love, love. They talked about it too much in fake words in the building, but they couldn't really say it out loud.
Both of them are waiting for a chance to leave the flower house.
Intention: tacit understanding and love