Pregnant out of wedlock, she committed suicide by jumping into the sea. The drifting bottle inspired her to get back on her feet, gave birth to her son, took the college entrance examination again, and later became an outstanding middle school teacher. Unfortunately, she remarried because her husband was gay; she had no choice but to cheat on her, but she met a scumbag.
He committed suicide again, and was rescued by a drifting bottle. As fate would have it, the owner of the bottle appeared and turned out to be a student much younger than himself...
Blue sea and blue sky, love the sky and hate the sea. Can two people, two bottles, finally hold hands?