Seventeen-year-old Chen Nan, cold and sharp, returned to this long-lost city with thorns all over her body and moved into the "convenient" cabin of her adoptive mother He Lu.
She thought life would be as boring as ever until she met Li Meng, the girl who grew wantonly like a weed and had a bright smile.
When Chen Nan finally lowered his guard, when He Lu's collapsed cry tore through the calm, and when Chen Zhaohai's shadow shrouded her again - Chen Nan finally grabbed Li Meng's hand in despair.
"Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there."
"Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again."
Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it