The dryness in Beijing stung the eardrums, instantly dragging Li Zhi back to the only cold winter in Beijing thirteen years ago. The last moments between him and Zheng Qian are sealed there. That northern boy was once the blazing light in his humid youth - the "Scent of Rice" by the lake on summer nights, and the umbrella that was "transformed" forever. They fight the world and dream of getting away.
The rain of fate pours before dawn. A hasty "Don't be afraid, goodbye" turned out to be an eternal farewell. Li Zhi fled back to his humid hometown, thinking that time would heal frostbite.
Thirteen years later, a complaint can easily cut into the heart. Memories are like knives: Zheng Qian's voice, facial expressions, his desperate past... And the calm smile he has now holding his daughter in his arms. The man who had burned his future for him finally had a "future" on the other side that Li Zhi could never reach.
He couldn't hold back the ten-degree Celsius light, and the coldness in his heart came from the cold winter that hadn't healed thirteen years ago.
Concept: Thirteen years later, Beijing's dryness easily pierces time. It turns out that after the deepest love collapsed under the weight of the world and the uncertainty of fate, what was left behind was not forgetfulness, but a wound in the heart that accurately replicated the farewell cold night and will never scab.