I tried my best to get out of a cold relationship, but it seemed like I had lost my skin that felt warmth. Mr. Wang's appearance was very quiet. He never promised stars. He just used his patience day after day to create a windless and rainless world for me. His embrace has a reassuring warmth and breath. It turns out that there really is someone who can restore your entire imagination of home bit by bit with pure warmth.
Then he left.
But the warmth stayed and grew into my bones. I finally stopped looking for someone to be my shore - the land under my feet was growing into a shore inch by inch from my own bones and blood. And I have already raised the sail, slowly setting sail towards myself.
Concept: A story about a person who lost himself in the ruins. Through a short and warm relationship, he saw his incompleteness and finally put himself back together again with his own hands.