When love no longer manifests itself as possessiveness and intimacy, but as a matter of "non-interruption" compassion and "self-integration", can it still be called love? Are two people with their own pain destined to sting each other more when embracing, or can they complete the deepest redemption for each other while keeping a distance? This is not just a love story. This is a delicate dissection of trauma, boundaries, growth and survival. It is a modern fable about how we use our own incompleteness to touch another's incomplete soul, and let the ashes guard the spark and let the spark illuminate the ashes in the endless temptation, retreat and a little bit of progress.
"I can't be your sun, but I would like to be your light in the snow. You don't have to get close, you just need to know that the light is there."
Concept: Two heroines redeem each other