I don't think, I don't love you.
I don't think I'm in love with you.
Once you get involved with love, it becomes extremely unclear, as if there is pain in your heart.
Xia Sheng, 21 years old, is a young girl, working in an advertising company. She is depressed. In her free time, she grows flowers by herself. She puts coleus on the balcony and talks to them. Those light and beautiful flowers.
Lin Qiuyan, 26 years old, white-collar worker, marketing executive. A busy, self-controlled and serious woman.
It started with a virtual love story between two women. Three months later, they met once. At the airport, there were lingering tears from beginning to end. She couldn't bear to leave such a woman, so he held her hand, as if he could take her away to something forever.
The next year, Xia Sheng packed her bags and headed to Qiuyan's city. She was young and empty-handed, with nothing in her hands. She held the air ticket and her last month's salary in her hands to join the woman she loved and the love she loved.
Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams.
This relationship died in the winter of the second year. Coleus, its flower language is hopeless love. At the beginning, all of us knew that this love was really hopeless.