Jane's life is a precise, restrained and constant-temperature museum. As a top art critic, she was used to analyzing Vanity Fair with scalpel-like precision and managing her life to perfection, until she met Li Xia in an art gallery in a heavy rain. Lixia is a wet wilderness with the pungent smell of turpentine. It is a drowning man staring at Monet's paintings and searching for breath in despair.
This encounter is not a hormonal impulse, but a cognitive invasion and soul claiming.
In order to get closer to Li Xia, Jian Yu personally shattered the elite order that she had maintained for twenty-eight years, and moved from a sterile office building to a peeling attic in the old city. In order to support Li Xia's almost self-destructive artistic talent, the once noble Jian Yu had to dirty his pen and ghostwrite cheap commercial soft articles late at night, just in exchange for tubes of expensive Prussian blue paint. She is the all-embracing "deep sea", and Li Xia is the "flame" that crazily demands for things in the center of the sea.
However, when pure soul resonance collides with cruel social class and material scarcity, love becomes a chronic delay. As Li Xia awakens in Vanity Fair, the gap called the "circle" finally tears the two of them apart. In this five-year sacrifice, Jian Yu lost order and Li Xia lost purity.
Concept: Love is not the joining together of two perfect souls, but the confirmation that two incomplete souls are mirror images of each other in the ruins.