On a late autumn afternoon at the Municipal Central Hospital, fate threw two broken souls into each other's lives. 26-Year-old Lu Chenyu was sentenced to death in three months due to idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. The abandonment of his native family had already made him numb to the coldness of the world, and he only stayed in the hospital's disinfectant smell to wait for the end; 23-year-old Su Nian became an orphan with no support after the sudden death of his grandmother, who he depended on for life.
A startling glance at the corridor and terrace, a fluttering death certificate, allowed the two people who were both at the end of the world to catch a glimpse of the same desolation in each other's eyes. There is no deliberate comfort, only silent understanding, like two weeds cuddling together for warmth in the cold winter. They slowly get closer on the hospital's garden benches, late-night corridors and stolen time.
