In the third year of Hupiao, Su Wan's aromatherapy stall opened in the night market on Julu Road, guarding the sweetness of citrus and cedar.
Until the man in a suit broke into the smoke of fireworks and bought the last bottle of "Anwen".
Later she found out that this investment banking elite was actually her neighbor who lived on the top floor of the old bungalow.
He is a passer-by in the neon lights, and she is the glimmering firefly in the night market.
Poor circle? Reality pulling?
When Lu Ze bent down to pick up the keys she dropped, the temperature on her fingertips made her heart skip a beat.
"My name is Lu Ze."
"My name is Su Wan."
It turns out that the best romance is his sandalwood fragrance, mixed with her citrus fragrance, lingering on every staircase of the old bungalow.
Concept: The two-way redemption of ordinary fireworks and urban neon, love is the sincere resonance that breaks the barriers of circles