There is a vast expanse of lawn in her heart, and the horseshoes are her footsteps. The stranger the lyrics are, the more beautiful they are. She can flirt irresponsibly with the people passing by the blue sky and green trees. However, her true heart only belongs to the tranquility of the night, and she is hopelessly lonely. Before another bondage begins, she just wants to laugh to her heart's content. Her sensitivity is always like a lingering nightmare, coating the beauty in front of her with a gray color bit by bit. So, who will be her salvation?
His life has been smooth, and his family's wealth comes from his hard work in officialdom that his ancestors started. The only thing that traumatized him was his parents' hypocritical and submissive marriage. He didn't understand how his father could fall in love with a woman like his mother, who was vulgar and snobbish, since he was complaining to a group of ladies in front of his 10-year-old son that his husband, who was the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau, was suspected of being incompetent. Ignorant, he only recognized these terms in the ambiguous shrill smiles of women. He had been alienating women since he was a child. He was afraid.
They met on the cool Kanas grassland in summer. She took him on horseback pretending to be a local, singing the beautiful and exotic folk tunes loudly, and galloping through the dewy birch forest. He couldn't help kissing her at the moment when the morning sun dyed her cheeks red. She was naturally calm, and he forgot everything, as if it was destined to happen naturally. But she lied to him. On the other end of the contact information was Xiao Su's female voice who repeated without emotion: "The number you dialed is empty." He was so intoxicated by this encounter that he couldn't find her when he returned to the grassland. If he met her again, he was sure that if he had a lifetime, it would only be with her.