Yan Qiu, who considers himself ordinary, after spending a carefully created ordinary life, picked up a plump little bird at the door of his house. He thought it was a first encounter, but in fact it was a reunion after a brief separation. The ordinary life was in pieces. The real heresy came from himself. The manipulation in the dark never stopped. Memory reset, life cycle changes, starting from scratch. Is it the real settling of the dust or the calm before the storm? I don't know, but the two people standing in the storm are contemptuous of both answers. The real answer is decided by the real strong. All romance is embodied in the unraveling clues and intricate relationships.
Intention: Harmonious coexistence between man and nature