Snow on Hong Kong Island

[A seemingly flirtatious but truly devoted younger pursuer x A charming, alluring, older woman who is restrained and quietly enduring]

[Small-town girl x Hong Kong-style beauty]

[New-generation farmer x Supermodel]

[Happy ending, both leads have only been with each other, 13-year age gap, small town, bittersweet yet lighthearted, older top, intense romantic push and pull]

Shen Yulan had a weakness for "cute girls" and always stuck to the rule that anyone older than her was out of the question. Yet even among all her supposed ideal types, she had never felt a real spark.

One day, she went to her younger sister's parent-teacher meeting. As Shen Yulan sat there fighting off sleep, a woman who looked as if she had stepped out of the faded filter of the 1990s appeared in the classroom doorway. Her hair was voluminous and curled, her lips a vivid red. Her face was bright and wild, her eyes cool and restrained. She was full of contradictions, like the Hong Kong-style breeze that belonged in a neon-lit city blowing into the rundown, humble town of Zao, or the clash between the greasy taste of yellow rice cakes and the fresh scent of expensive perfume.

Before Shen Yulan could savor the woman's perfume, the woman greeted her in imperfect Hong Kong-accented Mandarin. "Long time no see."

After that encounter, Shen Yulan found herself seeing this "friend of her mother's" more and more often.

One time:

Ye Qiong said, "Zao'er, take two bottles of good wine to Auntie Wen."

"I'm not going."

"If you don't, I'll stop giving you pocket money next month."

For the sake of her already meager flirtation fund, Shen Yulan had no choice but to give in. "Fine, I'll go."

Another time:

"Why did you deceive my feelings?"

"I told you, it was a misunderstanding."

Ji Xiaowen cried nonstop.

Shen Yulan lowered her head to play on her phone, then felt a stern gaze fixed on her. She looked up and jumped. "Auntie Wen."

"If you do that again, I'll tell your mother."

Shen Yulan chickened out.

And so it went, once, twice, three times...

Shen Yulan: Older women really are the best!

It was never the type she liked, but you.

"The streets in this little town aren't wide or bright, and I don't have any particularly lofty ambitions. But then she came, wearing a colorful strappy sundress, leaning against the peeling blue wooden door of Shen Zao'er's grocery store with a cigarette between her lips, teasing the cat. Retro, warm yellow light fell over her head, and her gaze was always filled with sorrow and deep contemplation."

Theme: Ordinary people have the right to realize their own worth