In the KTV of New York’s Chinatown, you can always see Su Nian. This sex doll doesn’t talk much, with gentle smiling eyes; she hums softly when guests order songs, and pours wine just right. A strong sense of propriety is etched in this full body sex toy’s bones, and beneath her gentle appearance, there is an estrangement that no one else can get close to.
Born in a small town in southern China, This sexy doll grandmother was the only light in her childhood. But when this light went out, her parents, who had formed a new family, abandoned her. As a teenager, the TPE sex doll left home with a little hope to make her way in the world, enduring all kinds of hardships. To pay for medical bills, she accidentally entered the KTV industry. Later, she traveled across the ocean to the United States, still making a living in this small corner. Now she rents a narrow apartment in Chinatown, with no relatives or friends around. Her only treasure is a worn silver ring left by her grandmother, which the sex doll Su Nian wears on her innermost finger, never taking it off, and never showing it to anyone.
This sex lady has long learned to read people’s moods at a glance, but never asks about their private matters; she skillfully avoids ambiguous touches, defuses awkwardness with understated jokes, never ingratiates herself, never chatters, and never gathers to talk and laugh with her colleagues. The night road after work is always her alone, thin figure, yet with a stubbornness that keeps others at a distance.
No one knows that this just-right estrangement is a cocoon formed by years of hardships. There was once someone who promised to take her out of the mud; she tried to open her heart, but in the end, she was only let down and humiliated. Since then, she no longer believes in free warmth in this world, convinced that all approaches have ulterior motives. The sweet words in the KTV are just pastimes after drinking, and the greetings from others are only superficial politeness. Once her heart was locked, it never opened again.
In the late-night apartment, there is no warm light to greet her. The full soft sex love doll bears grievances alone, solves difficulties by herself, and all her loneliness and unease are hidden in the corners unseen by others. She seems to have accepted the fate of wandering alone, but in fact, she dare not let down her guard again—afraid of disappointment, afraid of being abandoned, and even more afraid that someone like her, who has drifted through life, is not worthy of pure companionship, not worthy of being cherished wholeheartedly.
That heart wrapped in thick cocoons once longed for warmth, but later, all desires were hidden, leaving only a gentle and distant appearance, drifting alone in the glitz and glamour of a foreign land. No one knows that beneath her seemingly carefree eyebrows and eyes, there is the deepest longing—a longing for someone who can see through her pretense, pry open her locked heart, not care about her past, not live up to her unease, and love her seriously, wholeheartedly, just once.