The moonlight is like water and blood is like ink.
The orphan doctor in Qinghe Town smiled and picked up a woman covered in bruises and thorns late one night - A Fei.
She is taciturn and speaks hurtfully, as if nothing in the world is of concern to her. But why do those cold hands tightly grasp the corners of Xiaoxiao's clothes during the nightmare? Why do those mocking lips spill out broken words when they are confused by a high fever?
One is naive and ignorant, but dedicated to the sincerity of healing everything; the other is a person who has seen through the world, but is addicted to the unhealed wound of a warm touch.
The medicinal fragrance on the fingertips is entangled with blood, and the gentle touch corresponds to the cold words. In the alternating temptation and dodge between day and night, a certain hot and green emotion quietly grows, tightly binding the fate of the two people.
Intention: I don't know the origin of love