In the 17th century, the tulip market in the Netherlands reached unprecedented prosperity. George, who is trying to make a career in the Dutch tulip industry, and Max, who has just returned from studying tulip planting technology in another country, meet unexpectedly at the port of Rotterdam. There is no other adjective to describe the impression they left on each other other than presumptuous. They thought that they would never meet this person by chance again in the rest of their lives. Unexpectedly, the same pursuit of tulips led them to meet in a fateful way. From then on, their relationship gradually moved to a different ending as the tulips were cultivated. . . . . .
The humid sea breeze of the English Channel cannot tolerate the blooming of tulips, and the windmills of the Netherlands cannot blow away the fog in London.
Everything seems to be self-inflicted, but in fact it is a script that has already been written by fate.
Meeting is a gift from an angel, and the ending is a reward from fate
Are there any opportunities for those emotions that have not had time to express themselves to be exported? Have those heartbeats carried by the sea breeze shaken the shackles of fate?
Where will we go?
Concept: Shackles and struggle are by-products of love