Some love is not fully expressed during life; some light is still bright after death.
When Su Nian received Lin Xiao's remains at the funeral home, she only had a mobile phone that needed to be unlocked on her birthday. The moment the screen turned on, she saw thousands of photos of her back in the photo album—the tired profile on the subway, the silhouette drinking coffee by the office window, and even sleeping on the table while working overtime late at night. Each one was accurately marked with the time and place, as if he had never really left her life in the past three years. The man "long time no see" has engraved her name into her heartbeat since he picked up her handbook filled with secret love under the cherry blossom tree when he was sixteen years old. He remembered her coffee without sugar, her knees hurting on rainy days, and her mother's ward number, but he hid his deteriorating leukemia just so as not to miss the twenty-eight days of falling in love with her.
When the ICU's ECG monitor was straightened, Lin Xiao's last words left to the world were: "Hug the cherry blossom tree by the canal for me. Its roots are connected to our spring."
This is a secret love that spans life and death, a redemption ignited with residual warmth.
Su Nian followed the clues in the relics and discovered the thirty-eight sick children he secretly supported, the white camellia seeds he hid under the Hokkaido ticket, and the braille engraved on the inner ring of the ring: "Don't be afraid of the dark, I will always be your light."
In the cracks of the ruins of the Tongzi Building, in the ward of the Children's Hospital, under the ice of the Sapporo Canal - she finally understood the confession written by this boy with his life: when the boy falls in love, the whole world is her light.
Concept: When boys fall in love, some love is not the end, but another continuation of life.