He is a rising star in the world of theoretical physics, but there is a strawberry brand engraved on his fingertips that will never fade away.
She is a genius who has attracted the attention of the European art circle. There is always a vacant spot for the fifth earring on her ear bone.
At the age of seventeen, fate threw them into a biting winter - huge debts, broken families, and deep-rooted injuries. Gu Linke and Ji Wanshu, two souls sharpened by life, collided in the abyss of despair. He was as silent as a stone, and the only light in his eyes was the out-of-reach strawberry cake in the window; she was covered in spikes, and her sketchbook was filled with darkness and the courage to escape.
They approached awkwardly, eating cold cake rolls under the leaky eaves, exchanging bloody pasts in the smell of disinfectant. A bloody kiss and a strawberry silver nail that pierced the flesh were the painful and hot contract they left to each other. The birthday whisper of "live until the next spring" is the only salvation for suffocating youth.
When the olive branch of Switzerland's top art palace fell, when the seriously ill mother became an inseparable bond, the sharp blade of separation tore them apart.
Many years later, there was an academic feast at Princeton, a piece of strawberry cake that accurately reproduced memories, and a shocking installation called "Strawberry at the Event Horizon"... The broken mirror reflected time and space, and across the crowds and years, their eyes locked each other accurately again.
They had made a promise to live until the next spring.
At this moment, the winter is gone, and the spring cherry blossoms are like a waterfall.
Concept: How two teenagers who were crushed into an abyss by fate clumsily warmed, tore and healed in the ruins of despair, using each other as the only fire. They use earrings and scars to engrave shame and dignity, and forge physical formulas and dark paintings into spears and shields for survival. The story does not exaggerate the dawn of redemption, but shows a kind of cruel aesthetics: in a suffocating desperate situation, using flesh and blood as a welding torch, the pain is melted into iron bones. Finally, on the other side of the blood-soaked spring, the tempered coldness and residual warmth prove the sour but majestic resilience of life growing savagely on the ruins.
