In the cold-blooded city, love is like a flash in the pan. There is no response when love comes and goes, and the heart gradually becomes cold and hard.
Her indifference, his indifference; her sincerity, his pretense...
Between advancement and retreat, they are always on the edge of love and pain.
Maybe, it's all just a game?
"I've been waiting to meet the right person at the right time.
From then on, I held my son's hand and grew old together with him. "
But who can listen to this tenderness?