On a rainy night in a village in the city, Cheng Yu's life creed of "mind your own business" was shattered by a huddled golden shadow. Lingxi, who had long pale blond hair and pale blue eyes, was wrapped in an expensive wet coat and told a clumsy lie about amnesia. She broke into his dusty rental house like a lost animal. As soon as the smoke from the egg-fried rice warmed up the corner, the black car dormant at the alley and the prying eyes from outside the crack of the door dragged the two of them into a crisis on the edge of a knife. She hides a secret that cannot be told, and is surrounded by "vultures" behind her; he holds a fruit knife to guard the "furry little sun" that crashes into his world. The troubled daughter he picked up turned out to be too hot to handle, but his soft-heartedness had already left him no room to let go.
Concept: How much can be coded?