They’ve arrived in the city of love. Bing and Yu, a young Chinese couple, that seems to be the personification of outward, almost expressionless, perfection. Like two beautiful but empty figures, shrouded in designer clothes, they wander lackadaisically through the city. Even their love seems to be nonexistent. Romance is purchased and blown into red heart-shaped balloons.

Bing and Yu displace their boredom and superficiality with absentmindedness and are concerned only with themselves. But that’s just the way things seem to others, for within all their superficiality and emptiness the two of them are searching for something. And for a fleeting moment, they hope to identify their love to one another.