Bai Qitong will never forget the first time she met Mi Xingshi. It was an injured Kalingbinga, bathed in the pre-dawn glaze and singing its life with concentration. It gives you the illusion of being on the road to paradise. After years of baptism, when everything returned to wordless silence, Qitong finally realized: that first frightened glance, that moment of being immersed in bewilderment, is doomed to be inextricably entangled in the future - the connection that she wants to cut off but can't bear to let go.