A misunderstanding in the midsummer of seventeen years pushed the two apart for eleven years.
We meet again, one is a business elite, and the other is covered with scars from the past. The maliciously edited screenshots from that year are still lying quietly on the old mobile phone. The cowardice of his youth has faded away. Is that all kinds of flattery, guilt or love? Can the iced Coke, which is eleven years late, be handed out again...
Intent: In the midsummer of 17 years old, the separation in high school, the reunion after eleven years, can the love full of pain still last?