28-Year-old Zhou Wanxing is a woman who lives up to the "template" - a decent museum curator, a decent boyfriend, a step-by-step wedding date, and even the wedding bouquet, which is the most unmistakable white tulip.
Until seven days before the wedding, she stopped in front of the flower shop across the street that always kept its door ajar and never listed its sign.
There was a man in the shop who always lowered his head and tended to the flowers and plants. He had a cold side face and an old scar from his left ear that snaked into his neck. There is no price tag on his flowers, only the smell of earth and rust mixed with the eyes.
On the eve of the wedding, Zhou Wanxing knocked on the door of the flower shop, and the rain soaked the hem of her skirt.
She said, "I want to buy a bouquet of flowers. Anything, as long as it's not white, as long as it's not tulips."
He raised his eyes and looked at her completely for the first time.
"No," he said, "just weeds, do you want them?"
Later she learned that his name was Chen Jin, who was once a top surgeon. After a medical accident three years ago, he never held a scalpel again. That flower shop was the tomb he built for himself.
And her arrival was a spring rain that uprooted everything.
Intent: True love never asks for perfection, but dares to embrace the ruins and plant spring with its own hands in the cracks of life.