I once thought love was a wildfire that started a prairie fire, but later I realized that it only burns ourselves.
In the summer of 2008, Jiang Jinyue's left hand, hidden under the desk, secretly hooked the hem of Lin Tingye's school uniform.
Love at the age of eighteen is moist: it is running in the rainstorm on the playground, kissing under the quilt in the dormitory, and "Shanghai" placed side by side on the college entrance examination application form. They are like two vines growing wildly, thinking that their entanglement will last forever.
In the cold winter of 2020, at the conference table of a multinational enterprise's merger and acquisition case, Lin Tingye pushed through a signed equity split agreement.
The pain of thirty-five years old is silent: it is the stiff shoulders when changing bodies in the tea room, the unlit candles on the birthday cake, and the fifteenth unsent letter hidden in the draft box of the mailbox. When the rules of career advancement hit the young and lonely young man, they finally became each other's perfect competition.
Purpose: Unbinding the patriarchal chain of love-marriage-childbirth, female-female love against workplace oppression, family ethics, etc.