On the day Lin Qingxian met Xu Zhibai in the flower shop, the sunflowers were in bloom. He didn't know that this young florist with a slight limp in his right leg but a bright smile was once the proudest white swan on the stage.
Three days later, Xu Zhibai appeared in Lin Qingxian's clinic with the girl next door. The intimate look of the girl holding his arm made Lin Qingxian politely keep his distance - until he bumped into Xu Zhibai standing alone downstairs of the clinic on a rainy night, with the bouquet of sunflowers in his arms soaked through.
When the misunderstanding was solved, Lin Qingxian finally saw the past on Xu Zhibai's body that had been covered up by the floral scissors: dance practice clothes, faded bruises, and the scar on his right knee that stopped his dream abruptly. "The doctor said I could never dance again."
Years later, every lecture given by Lin Qingxian would display a photo: the dancer in the center of the stage bloomed under the spotlight, like a sunflower growing toward the light. And in the first row of the audience, there is always someone who lowers his head and peels off a salty lemon candy - that is the secret code they agreed on every time they are "reborn".
"He was my psychiatrist, but he cured the deepest lameness of my soul."
"He is my flower, my dance, all my 'do it again' courage."
Purpose: Real healing is not to remove scars, but to dance gently with your imperfect self.