Su Wan, a figure prototype artist immersed in his own creative world, lived a simple and regular life, until that man named Lu Zheng broke into my life. He is my new roommate. He is tall and silent, with an abyss in his eyes that I cannot understand. We were incompatible with each other at first. He disliked me for spending the day and night, and I was afraid that he had the cold and hard aura unique to soldiers.
By chance, I discovered the secret behind his nightmares that woke him up late at night. This man, who is indestructible to outsiders, was a soldier in the peacekeeping force, and he carries numerous scars and psychological trauma (PTSD) left by the war. I began to clumsily approach him in my own way: a bowl of hot soup, a quiet companion, and a hand-made little soldier model that held hope in my heart.
My world became a haven for him to temporarily escape the smoke of gunfire, and he used his military sense of responsibility and clumsy gentleness to pull me out of the closed creative space little by little, and showed me the fireworks of the real world. This is a story about healing and being healed. We are the moonlight in each other's palms, illuminating each other in the dark, and using love to carve the other's broken soul into wholeness again. The highlight lies in the delicate psychological description and the two-way redemption shown in daily details. The emotional pull is layer by layer. There are no bloody misunderstandings, only the tenderness of how two ordinary people heal the wounds of war with love.
