Across the street from Haiyun Road in Zhuhai.
In Fifteen Ping Sui Workshop, silversmith An Sui is used to living like an isolated island. She always believed that rings were round and had no end, unlike life.
Three hundred meters across the ice rink, Xiang Yue was trapped in the old injury of a comminuted fracture of his right knee, bidding farewell to the once dazzling ice surface.
An order for an ice crack ring binds two lonely neighbors into partners.
He taught her to skate on ice skates, and she taught him to smelt silver and forge rings.
On a stormy night, he repaired her leaky roof; he secretly practiced dancing without telling her about his injuries, and she melted off the silver ring she wore with her own hands.
"Next time it hurts, don't hide it from me."
The ice is cold and the silver is hot. This ice ring that belongs to them is a gentle and steady promise for the rest of their lives that has been delayed for many years
Intention: Wait for the other party
