There are two misfit teenagers in Lincheng: Lin Jue is the silent island in the top class, and Zhou Yu is the noisy trouble at the end of the corridor. When she was nine years old, she personally sent her violent father to the police station. From then on, she was regarded as a burden by her mother who longed for love, and grew into a thorny orange tree alone in an empty rental house. He once witnessed his father letting go of his mother's hand for another woman at the door of the ward, and from then on, all the softness was forged into unruly bones.
The threads that should not have intersected intersected because of the secret she had hidden for many years - in the autumn of her second year in junior high school, he unintentionally became her light in the darkness. So when everyone said he was mud, she said calmly: "You are not."
But fate has to take away even this little light. In her second year of high school, her mother begged her to leave for the sake of a new family. Seventeen-year-old Lin Jue went south to Huaicheng alone and completely disappeared from everyone's world.
Seven years is enough for what? It's enough for Zhou Yao to grow from a boy who skipped classes after fighting to become an outstanding young lawyer, and think of the girl who said "you are not" repeatedly every night; enough for Lin Jue to take root in a strange city and become "Store Manager Lin". Until a photo uproots the past.
She reunited with Zhou Yao again, and the two hearts that had never forgotten each other began to beat again.
After her father was released from prison, he used a basin of dirty water to destroy the life she had worked so hard to build. Lin Jue chose to return to Lincheng and win herself back.
Concept: Two teenagers who grew up in the ruins of their original families become each other's first real light in their lives. They used their respective growth to prove: not all wounds need to be healed, some will become your hardest places. Love is not the fantasy of saving each other, but standing side by side and using your own strength to say to the past: That's it.