Ten years ago, Cheng Yan met the coquettish playwright Fu Yu on his way out of marriage. The two girls, whose personalities were completely incompatible, opened the way with bright bouquets of flowers, and their bodies and souls merged at the same time. They sank desperately and almost madly... Like a volcano erupting, and finally buried under the earth's crust, either becoming a hidden danger, or until our bodies disappeared in history, waiting for new people to perform. Maybe this is what love should be like. . . The story begins slowly from Cheng Yan's own narrative perspective, and then switches to Fu Yu's perspective to see whether this is a regret or a fulfillment, is it perfunctory or fateful?
Concept: A bright bouquet opens the way, body and soul merge at the same time, sinking desperately and almost crazily... Like a volcano erupting, and finally buried under the earth's crust, or becoming a hidden danger, or until our bodies disappear in history, waiting for new people to perform, maybe this is what love should be like.