Lin Mi has been searching all his life, going around and around, the quiet past of his girlhood and Lin Xun, the speechless dialogue with his mother, and the pure white boy in his memory. Years later, she was walking in a densely populated neighborhood, the sound of high heels clicking on the bluestone and the sound of white orchids screaming and throwing themselves at the soil. It turns out that love existed in that mottled old time. I always remember that I loved you. It turns out that I was once so happy.