In the July evening breeze, Su Zi smashed the champagne glass on the marble floor. At the age of seventeen, she was "exiled" by her father to her grandmother's house in the countryside. She met Xiu Bai, a boy who chopped firewood next door. Her school uniform was washed white, and she read books until one o'clock every night. The poems written on the back of waste paper were more dazzling than jewelry.
Su Zi began to chop wood, and Xiu Bai lowered his head to wrap up her frayed palms. He put a wild flower on the wall every day, and she collected it for seventy-seven days and put each one into an old poetry collection. They listened to each other turning the pages of books through the low wall and stood side by side in the morning light of the terraced fields.
Then fate struck. Critical illness notice, business marriage, the crushing of two worlds. Xiu Bai shouted in the heavy rain: "You are born with everything!" Su Zi grabbed his clenched fist - "Then let's choose together."
This is the story of a girl covered in thorns who polished herself into armor. When her nothingness met his devotion, the two found the missing piece in each other's lack.
There is faith in Chunshan. There is wind, flowers, and lights that refuse to be extinguished in the letter.
Purpose: Real wealth does not lie in how much you have, but in whether you dare to bear the crushing fate of fate with another person. In love, lack becomes complementarity and wounds grow into armor.