Between the tides of Victoria Harbor and the neon lights of Shenzhen Bay, a forbidden love torn apart by law and time quietly grows.
Interior designer Lin Xi never thought that a blind date meeting between Shenzhen and Hong Kong elites that she was forced to attend would become a watershed in her fate.
When Zhou Xubai, who was wearing a gray three-piece suit, took advantage of the air-conditioned wind in the venue, and the cold light reflected by the watch swept across the Suzhou embroidery on her cheongsam, the gears of fate had begun to turn - he was a legend in Hong Kong's jewelry industry, the object of whispers by all the girls on the blind date, and a prisoner trapped by a cross-border divorce agreement.
Late at night when the tide receded, Lin Xi found wall clocks hanging all over the wall in an old clock shop in Tsim Sha Tsui.
Zhou Xubai used tweezers to pick up the remains of the gilt pocket watch. The LED light strip flowing between the cracks was surprisingly similar to the scar aesthetic she designed.
\\\"When the seal of the Hong Kong court was stamped for the seventh time, my ex-wife's wedding photos were still stuck in the shredder of the Shenzhen notary office.\\\"
The ring mark at the root of his ring finger spreads in a spiral shape, like a thorn carved by legal provisions.
When they kissed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 31st floor, the moonlight in Victoria Harbor was spreading over the 182nd rock - the only private coordinate not subject to legal surveillance during the countdown to the cooling-off period for cross-border marriages.
This is a story about waiting and missing out.
When the law becomes the sharpest rival of love, and the jet lag turns into the longest sentence, two hearts secretly kiss the moonlight in the gap of the ebbing tide, but are eventually swallowed up by the reality of the rising tide.
Like the unsinkable sun in Victoria Harbor, some love is destined to hang high above the notarization of the law, becoming an eternal regret that cannot be notarized by time.
Concept: A story about waiting and missing out, meeting the right person at the wrong time