In Hong Kong in 1990, the neon lights in Yau Ma Tei were always soaked in damp rain. When Li Han, captain of the local criminal investigation team, met American police officer Jin Hansheng for the first time, he was staring at her transcript and spoke in broken Cantonese: "Officer Li's handwriting, like yours, is too strong."
They quarreled in the interrogation room, grabbed the last piece of pineapple oil in the tea restaurant, but in the hail of bullets in the Tsuen Wan warehouse, they saw each other's weaknesses hidden under the hard shell. She discovered that he would exchange milk tea for hot cocoa, just to accompany her through the night of investigating the case; he understood the longing for her mother hidden in her eyes when she was staring at the white roses. In the tit-for-tat days, love is like moss at the end of the alley, creeping silently all over the wall of the heart.
Until cross-border terrorists kidnapped Li Han on the edge of Kowloon Walled City, Jin Hansheng broke into the warehouse holding the white rose he just bought. He replaced her with himself, leaving only a crooked Chinese letter - the German-American's handwriting was mixed with the awkwardness of "I want to treat you to a roast goose for three months" and the hotness of "I like you very much".
Li Han woke up in the hospital, the ink on the letter paper was swollen with tears. She laughed and cried at the same time, laughing at him for writing "hostage" as "human paper" and crying about the white rose that she didn't have time to put into the vase. Later, colleagues often saw her holding bunches of white roses, wandering in the rain in Yau Ma Tei, saying to the empty police car: "You will definitely not be able to steal my wonton noodles today."
It was still raining in Hung Hom, but the American policeman who always wore the wrong tie would no longer laugh and call her a "crazy girl".
Purpose: Based on the turmoil in Hong Kong in 1990, it explores the clumsy but fierce love in a cross-cultural context - from tit-for-tat to protecting each other with life. Love has nothing to do with language and identity, but in the end it cannot withstand the cruelty of fate; at the same time, borrowing from Li Miao's " "Madness" and the misspelled letter reveal the eternal imprisonment of memory and obsession. When love comes at the cost of sacrifice, the thoughts of survivors become the heaviest shackles. In the humid Hong Kong rain, the short-lived warmth solidifies into a mournful cry that will never dissipate.