Seagulls Cannot Fly into the Deep Sea

Annan fell in love with He Jinyan when she first met him at the age of eighteen. The joy brought by love for the first time became the reason for waiting for those five years. Like all first loves, it is pure and beautiful. But I also tasted the pain of love for that little bit of beauty. What is the final outcome of ten years of sadomasochistic entanglement? Whether they gather or disperse, where will they go? Does youth also represent pain?