The neon lights in Haicheng are always brightest on rainy nights, and it was at this intersection of light and shadow that Mo Peiyu and Cheng Sinian first met - one stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment of Mo Group overlooking the city, and the other broke into the darkroom of his study with an old film camera. The sound of the shutter shattered ten years of silence.
Mo Peiyu, the eldest son of the richest man in Haicheng, the helmsman of the Mo Group, and the helm of a wealthy family, like a sword in a sheath; Cheng Sinian, the young master of the Cheng family, looks lazy and carefree, but behind the camera there is unopened tenderness and stubbornness. The two families were at odds due to an old case, and rumors of marriage were rampant. However, no one expected that the first person to break the estrangement was Cheng Sinian who secretly photographed Mo Peiyu in profile with his head down and fastening his cufflinks, and Mo Peiyu secretly kept the film.
They held an umbrella together and walked through Wutong Old Street on a rainy night. They dug out the yellowed childhood photos in the courtyard of Cheng's abandoned ancestral home. They shared the same pair of headphones to listen to an unknown song on the rooftop at three in the morning... Misunderstanding is armor, closeness is a flaw, alienation is a habit, and illuminating each other has become their only undefended instinct.
The city is breathing, and secrets are emerging. On the back of the old photo that has been developed repeatedly but is always blurry, there is a line of small words written: "Do you remember the scene when I was seven years old and blocked the knife for me?"
Intention: Dignity is not in choice, but in destiny.