Lin Zhixu was seventeen years old when he came to Beijing from the seaside town.
Years passed. Beijing is still Beijing, dry, huge, and always full of people. She studies law, goes to higher education, does scientific research, does internships, falls in love, and looks for a job—all these things, one by one, is done, and then comes another one.
She gradually realized that most of the things she wanted were elsewhere. Not a specific place, somewhere else. It's the gap that has been hanging in my heart since I was seventeen years old - those things that were almost there, those things that were not enough, what should have been.
She is an ordinary person, a sincere person, a numb person, and a person who struggles with herself. A little bit of it, but not completely.
Intention: Make peace with yourself