Jing Niangcheng is a young white-collar worker in Shanghai. By chance, she experienced, or rather felt, the most beautiful period of her life.
In our flowering and rainy season, who said, maybe you will die tomorrow, it is better to enjoy every day now.
Who is it, holding the lover's hand, and walking towards Bianhua's side step by step while deceiving each other?
Who is it that holds the hand of the son, but cannot grow old together with the son?
No matter what, if you have loved, you have loved. There is no need to cover it up. Even if it is a lifelong mistake, you can only regard it as your own mistake.