Five years ago, Jiang Yan and Xiao He were the most enviable deskmates on campus. One is a viper but soft-hearted, the other is naughty but affectionate. They thought that their love when they were young could last forever, but in the end they lost to the fruitless farewell at the age of 17. No arguments, no explanations. Jiang Yan disappeared into the sea of people, and Xiao He hid his regrets in the years.
Five years later, Paris. Jiang Yan was painting the morning mist of the Seine River in the Academy of Fine Arts, and Xiao He was chewing obscure documents in the Academy of Political Science. An unexpected work collaboration brought them together again on the streets of a foreign country. He is still the sarcastic Jiang Yan, and he is still the playful and smiling Xiao He. But they have all grown up. The misunderstanding back then was like a thorn, no one dared to speak first. Until late one night, Xiao He grabbed Jiang Yan's wrist outside the studio - "Jiang Yan, how much longer are you going to run?" Jiang Yan turned around, his eyes clear, but his tone was as always: "We'll talk about it after you've chased enough." This time, the evening breeze in Paris answered all the unspoken words for them.
Intention: After five years of separation, we are still each other when we meet again.
