She has been a good daughter and a good student for twenty years, but she always fantasizes about "if she only has five years left after cancer, will she be able to live the way she wants?" When the diagnosis certificate of chronic leukemia was actually handed to her, she did not cry, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief - she could finally be "willful" with confidence. Until she met that boy who smiled with bright eyes. He looked like a playboy, but he was sincere to her. She fell in love with him without telling her illness, but she panicked when he carefully remembered the time for her to take medicine and bought her warm porridge in the rain. He said, "Should we treat the disease?" But she was conflicted: To treat him would be to betray her original intention of longing for freedom; if not to treat him, she would be reluctant to leave him. The pain of chemotherapy, the loss of hair, and the repeated illness finally made her hold his hand in the corridor of the hospital. What she didn't say was that she was hiding a secret that even he didn't know.
Purpose: To explore love and choices in the countdown of life, to show respect and perfection in family and love, and to convey the wisdom of life towards death.