[The still-dry Milky Way condenses on the edge of the cup, which is our unresolved love]
The ascetic bartender Shen Hui is best at erasing traces - water stains on the bar, the scandal of his father's "faked death", and the heartbeat hidden in the absinthe. Until Su Jianxing broke into her world of words and left a comment: "Paragraph 7, 'Amber Loneliness', is like my grandma's loquat paste."
In a convenience store on a rainy night, she made her cry with "warm mist" made from oden soup base, and lied that it was the steam that made each other's eyes red;
Later, 365 cups of special concoction spelled the Milky Way, and she kissed the other person's lips and said, "Shen Hui, our love will never be dry."
When family secrets tore the bonds between two generations, and when the class gap hit the break of self-sacrifice, she smashed the trophy, ruined her sense of taste, and used a wine shaker to shield her from shrapnel in the battlefield; she tore up the organization list, broke into the war zone, and drew a star on his heart with blood and wine.
It turns out that wormwood needs to be sweetened by three points. It turns out that when the Milky Way is still dry, it is the most suitable time to say "Please give me more advice for the rest of my life."
◇ The secret love of a confidant in words comes true ◇ The double redemption of chasing his wife in the crematorium ◇ The taste love song of cocktails and poetry ◇
Concept: Love is a galaxy that never solidifies