A kind of fragrance binds two people who were originally unrelated.
Maybe, is it like a kind of fate? Or maybe, the lack of fate is just an appearance. When we cross the pebbles bit by bit, we will eventually meet.
When there is no fate, you will sigh; when fate comes, it is like a broken bamboo, silently infiltrating life...
An interesting encounter, a wonderful misunderstanding, a little unintentional help...
Fate is really a wonderful thing. It is strange one second, but familiar the next second.
Is it the fragrance that guides this proud girl? Who knows?
In one "coincidence" after another, this gentle man seems to be pulling his girl, step by step into a trap, a trap that pays lifelong compensation...
Concept: The history of a gentle man chasing his wife