One is a workaholic leftover woman who has a sharp tongue and doesn't know what love is, and the other is a sinister man who has gone through many battles and had numerous bed partners. When these two extreme parallel lines meet by chance on the pure Qinghai-Tibet Line, will it be the thunder from the sky and the fire from the earth, or the disgust of each other, or the spring of love and undercurrent of tenderness?
My dear, if you suddenly think of me after a few years, please remember the way I said goodbye to you with a smile.
I really want to fall to the ground and transform into the endless and lofty mountains, the silent and indifferent lush forest, and the deep and lonely path that never intersects with you. In this case, wouldn't it be easier to forget you...