The sudden death of her mother was like a button that turned fate, shattering the simple and stable life of 17-year-old Ye Zhixia beyond recognition. All kinds of cruel truths are like hidden reefs, emerging after the tide recedes. She wished that someone riding a colorful soaring cloud would appear, save her from fire and water, and hold her in the palm of his hand. However, besides blood ties, who else can give her a promised smile without any distractions?
In the past sixteen years of her life, she had never lacked love; but now, it seemed that all the love did not belong to her.
She thought of the flower called Anaemora in "Greek Mythology", which was born out of envy and jealousy. Love without love is itself a lonely and desolate place. The loneliness and desolation in the world is: the person you love loves someone else.
Will an Anaemora plant have its own love?
Concept: If there is true love between men and women, then what kind of love is true love?