He is a puddle of mud whose bones have been hollowed out by opium, curled up in the gutter of Jinling City, competing with wild dogs for food.
He was a medical rookie who had returned from studying abroad. He stopped in the snow holding a black umbrella and handed over a pair of clean hands.
One just wants to rot in the mud until death, but the other insists on cutting open, cleaning and reshaping the festered flesh.
"Yu Lan, opium has ruined your past——"
"But I want your future."
Intention: Even if you are stuck in the quagmire and your heart yearns for the glimmer of light, it will not be empty.