After her only relative died, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and indulged in dreams all day long.
In reality, she was an avenger huddled in a rented house, with old wounds on her wrists and new ones on top of each other. All that was left in her heart was hatred for the doctor Song Zhishu - the murderer she believed to have killed her brother.
But in her dreams, she met the e-sports player again and again: a fist bump on the stage, a photo at the hotel front desk, a bowl of hot noodles on a snowy night, and even a trip with only seniors.
He was like a beam of light shining into her rotten and moldy life, and said to her: "First of all, thank you for surviving."
As dreams become more and more real, reality begins to collapse. The money that appeared inexplicably next to the sleeping pill bottle, the tidy room, the hesitant look in the doctor's eyes in the hospital...
Who is silently guarding her?
Why didn't she hear her brother's last words until now?
And is the gentle young man in the dream her fantasy, or another kind of redemption?
It wasn't until golden rain rose on the stage of the World Championships that she finally understood:
Some love can only be expressed through parting.
Purpose: Self-reconstruction