My name is Shen Guining, and his name is Lu Feng. Perhaps it is destined from the very beginning that we are not the same person... Those promises made in our youth ruthlessly cut into my tired heart every day in the future. It turns out that there is no sign of two people getting tired of each other, and there is no sign of no longer being entangled.
This is a story about brokenness and reconstruction, like an old movie soaked in rain, slowly stretching out the power of growth in its moist folds. The marriage between Shen Guining and Lu Feng was once the "perfect template" in everyone's eyes - he was successful in his career, and she was gentle and tolerant; but when depression wrapped around her bones like a vine, those neglected details finally emerged: the dusty sertraline in the pill box, the hesitant vomiting in the bathroom, and the old things on her wrists that were never taken off, turned out to be her silent signals for help.
