Xia Yi and Ling Shu have known each other for five years and been together for four years. When Xia Yi blocked her in the room and pinched her neck, all Ling Shu could think about was the sunny and warm boy who carried her up the stairs on his back. How could the fierce-looking man in front of her now with a fruit knife still be the Xia Yi she loved. She struggled to stall for time, waiting for the police to find this place...
Concept: Immature love is as sour as a secretly picked fruit