Ten years is enough for a humble and sensitive boy to grow into an upright man. It is also enough to make a flamboyant and wanton girl grow into a mature and steady woman.
Ten years later, everyone has become calm and objective, and they can still smile and say that they were just young and didn't know how to love. But in the dead of night, someone secretly recalled the wantonness of the past and got red-eyed about it.
After many years, we have all learned to love. Will we still be able to remain calm and composed when we meet the person we once loved so violently?
Concept: Falling in love at a young age is too frivolous, and failure to love is the norm.