The persistent pursuit of Yuzhe, a blind prodigy of a singer, gradually shatters the years of peace Gu Simo has known.
She says: "Love? Love is nothing but a reflection of one's self-worth. My love is to die alone."
Without expectations, there can be no disappointment.
He says: "The longing is endless. Better to part ways."
Even strangers will meet again someday. Don't run away. I'm afraid of being alone.
A raging fire of resentment consumes every trace of the past. What will become of the once-possessed, frenzied desire?
