Dear Deer, I no longer live in the mountains. Good evening.
Purpose: In this story, I try to describe a kind of love, a kind of love that faces a life in extreme pain and just accompanies it to the best of its ability without making any value judgments or subjective distortions. It seems difficult for such a kind of love to truly exist and happen for a long time, but perhaps you can feel a little trace of this kind of love in the intertwined fates of Zhang Lu and Wu Jiaxi.