At three o'clock in the morning, next to the trash can, Wu Mo squatted down for the umpteenth time and took the stray cat that was shivering from the cold into his arms. This girl, who worked as an assistant at a pet hospital, used her meager salary to rent an old house with a hospital on the outskirts of the city, and quietly built a safe haven for stray animals.
Until Zhang Xiaoke, an intern who loves to wear overalls, discovered her secret - the girl who always looked at injured animals in the clinic with red eyes, was holding a newly rescued lame puppy and clumsily learning to sew in a warehouse filled with old blankets.
Their daily routine has been filled with disinfectant and cat food: they feed stray dogs in the neighborhood at 5 a. M., Ride electric scooters around the city to look for lost rescue dogs during lunch break, and rescue abandoned kittens in heavy rain late at night. Wu Mo's silent tenderness was hidden in the names he gave to each animal, while Zhang Xiaoke's enthusiasm turned into owner-finding notices posted all over the city.
When the demolition notice was posted on the wall of the old home, when the neighbors' complaints turned into complaints, and when the account balance of the rescue station bottomed out again and again, the two girls discovered that protecting these furry lives requires more than just love. They have to fight against the indifference of human nature, make a living in the cracks of reality, and learn to still believe that the next encounter will be the beginning of warmth after countless losses.
Those ignored glances on street corners, those gasps hidden in cardboard boxes, and those tiny sobs in the middle of the night will eventually be held up by them with both hands, turning them into a glimmer of light that illuminates the cracks in the city.
