Du Shaoyu, to put it nicely, is a very optimistic and cheerful person; to put it badly, he is smiling, carefree, and out of shape all day long. Who would have thought that behind the cynicism there are painful memories. He escaped from the familiar city, the familiar people, the past, and even his own heart. However, fate is such a heavy and terrible thing; fate is so wonderful and indescribable. With a seemingly ordinary customer visit, a corner of the memory that he thought had been discarded was torn apart, and everything after that was no longer under his control. In such a whirlpool, after several struggles, will you be drowned in the end, or will you get the helping hand that is stretched out? And does that hand really represent assistance?