A car accident on a rainy night reunites financial analyst Ning Yue and architect Jicheng. He was her elementary school classmate, and he once secretly drew a small house in the corner of his homework book to give to her; she was a transfer student, and she went to a foreign country with vague memories of the old city. Twenty years later, fate pushed them to opposite ends of the same conspiracy - Ning Yue's investment company was secretly misappropriating funds for old city renovation, and what Ji Cheng desperately protected was the streets where she lived as a child.
When Ning Yue discovered the abnormal numbers in the accounts, and when Jicheng discovered the deliberate tampering on the design drawings, the two went from confrontation to joining forces. They sneaked into the archives, cracked the encrypted files, and discovered not only the whereabouts of 80 million funds, but also the truth about the death of their fathers twenty years ago. There is a blood-stained list hidden in the cracks in the wall of No. 23 Xinghua Lane; the password in the cufflinks points to the dark network where power and money are intertwined.
The developer's counterattack came fiercely: Ning Yue was suspended and slandered, Ji Cheng's studio was smashed, and the mother's sudden return brought a deeper mystery of betrayal. When Jicheng fell in a pool of blood to protect Ning Yue, she finally understood that this struggle had long gone beyond professional status - what they were saving was the old locust tree that carried the laughter of childhood, the justice that her father guarded with his life, and the long-lasting secret love that they dared not reveal to each other.
From the meeting on a rainy night to the confession under the stars, from the collision of data and drawings to the joint creation of the Urban Memory Foundation, they used their professionalism and courage to prove that the real building will not be demolished because it has already poured love and memory into the soul of the city.
Purpose: "The real building will not be destroyed, because it has already poured memories into the shape of the soul."