The flames of war shattered Wen Yubai's youthful stability. After his parents passed away, he relied on others to survive in a foreign land, relying on a gentle and sensible mask. When he first met Gu Yanxu, his kindness was nothing more than self-protection after weighing the pros and cons, just to earn some stability in the countryside and avoid the difficulties of life.
Gu Yanxu was abandoned by his original family and lived alone in an empty house. He grew up on a family meal. He was sensitive and lacked love, and his memory was good and bad. He firmly remembered the band-aid given by Wen Yubai and the umbrella canopies side by side on rainy days. He regarded this purposeful help as the only light in the barren years.
The teenage years flowed slowly as they tested each other and each took what they wanted. In the intersection of utilitarianism, secret emotions quietly took root. Wen Yubai is accustomed to wrapping his sincerity with indifference, while Gu Yanxu is addicted to paranoid thoughts. The two have known each other since they were young and have entered the adult world. He has become a cold and restrained doctor, and he has struggled to make a living amidst the fireworks.
When they meet again as adults, the calculations and tenderness of the past are all over the place, and love and hate begin to entangle and pull. Wen Yubai hides the scars of war in a foreign country, while Gu Yanxu is trapped in the shackles of youthful obsession. They thought they could live together by being tied to each other, but instead they rushed to a dangerous place for the sake of persistence in their hearts, leaving behind a wait with no return date.
The war broke out again, and the old letters were buried. The two people who were tortured by hardships could not escape the fateful separation after all. For the rest of the long time, Gu Yanxu clung to the broken memories. Caught between love and hate, he spent his whole life thinking about the person with the mole under his eyes who had given him a moment of tenderness.
Intention: Love is never an antidote to heal wounds. Even if two scarred people have redeemed each other, they cannot escape the shackles of fate carved by past sufferings; those encounters that begin with utilitarianism often end up giving birth to the most unforgettable obsessions that are inseparable from love and hate.