She was guarding her father's collection of poems in a small town second-hand bookstore, and she didn't wait for redemption even though her fingertips were calloused; he ran away with the smashed drawings in his arms and said, "I'm as afraid of pain as you are," but he shrank from his mother's spit and Zhou Yue's invitation to the city.
Intention: Intention to explore the erosion of love by real pressure and human weakness, and to show the symbiosis of love and regret in ordinary people's loneliness and struggle.