Lin Yu is thirty-two years old, and her daughter is six years old. She is a pure woman who should marry her husband and raise her children when she is thirty. She is a stupid woman, and the male pig's feet in her life will always be fixed on the person lying next to her, even if the person is different and the person he shares the bed with has long been a different dream.
Should he follow his inner boil and become a red apricot that the world despises, or should he endure his impetuous heart, explore the ice around him, and taste the long-closed warmth deep in his heart. . . .