He has warm eyebrows and a clean smile, but no one can enter his heart as easily as she does;
He has an indifferent vision, but he can understand the most unspeakable sorrow in her heart. No one is more fragile than him, but it is destined that he can only be a substitute;
He, always smiling uninhibitedly, plays a dispensable role in her life, but no one knows that he is using this life to wait for a miracle;
Some people say that he is a sunflower in the night, always modest and polite, but he has been brooding over a dead woman for so many years...
Three presumptuous women, plus four very different men, to whom does happiness belong? Him, or him? Intriguing wars, invisible smoke rising quietly under the night...