Human desires are like... Holding the lid of a pot in hand, trying hard to press down a pot of boiling porridge, but the steam and foam are almost invisible, overflowing lively... Career, love, and self, there are both bright and obscure. When an ordinary working girl meets her favorite singer, she is constantly wandering between soul and body, jumping back and forth between doubt and certainty. How to choose whether to be filled with superficial happiness or sharp introspection?
Purpose: to cross others and to cross oneself