"Save my marriage." - My sister's desperate plea is the first ghostly light that shines into the cracks of her life.
Lin Wei, a top intimacy therapist, is good at repairing the broken desires of others, but is powerless to deal with her own secret desires.
When her brother-in-law Shen Mu's silent and painful eyes looked over, she knew that under her feet was an irreversible ethical abyss.
In the confined space of the diagnosis and treatment room, breathing was intertwined.
Her professional order is his pardon. Every breakthrough "improvement" he makes makes the relationship between the three more abnormal and torn apart.
The undercurrent surging under the daily family dinner, the trembling of fingertips when unexpectedly alone late at night, the completely out-of-control kiss on a rainy night... Every "treatment" is an exquisite reflection of the moral defense line.
This is not a love, but a collective sinking in the name of salvation.
When the last fig leaf is torn off, no one can leave with a clear conscience.
Throughout our lives, we write silent prescriptions for our desires.
Can you stay professional in the dark?
Can you tell who is in love?
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