When she was 24 or 25, all Yi Ran could think about was love. She attributed this to an occupational disease. After all, she was a small screenwriter who wrote about love. I read romance dramas and romance novels day and night, paying attention to everything related to love, except love or love. But, it's all other people's love.
When I was 27 or 28, I had an expectation in my heart: 30 would be fine. It seems that 30 is a watershed. Once it passes, everything will be fine. By the time she is 30, Yi Ran should have become a stable, mature, and outstanding independent woman, with a career she likes and, most importantly, a man of her own.
At the age of 32, Yi Ran was already extremely disappointed with himself. Things are not getting better, they seem to be getting worse. Love is like constipation, you try as hard as you can, but it's nothing. Her girlish dreams and her desire to fall in love, on the surface, seemed to be getting further and further away from her. But in fact, Yi Ran buried his love deeper and deeper, and accumulated more and more energy. Until one day, boom... It exploded.
Concept: Urban youth's view on love