As Xiaowei reaches middle age, she begins to reminisce about her first love that ended in vain. In fact, after so many years, that relationship has always been in her heart. The seeds planted in high school were thought to be dormant, but unexpectedly they sprouted quietly in my heart, like a jar of aged wine, the older it gets the more powerful it becomes. Xiaowei carefully placed it in a small corner deep in her heart, just like an old object. She would occasionally take it out, wipe it, sigh, and then gently put it back, pack herself up, and move on with her life!
Concept: Growth happens quietly without us knowing it