The suit jacket, stained with the stubborn tears and bloody smell of the young man, became the first "collection" in Dr. Xie An's career that could not be washed with disinfectant. It also became the only light in Ji Min's dark world that dared to reach out and grasp it - even if it meant that he would use all the paranoia and madness for the rest of his life to mark this light with an everlasting mark of possession.
Intention: He thought he could keep that light with paranoid harm, but he didn't know that the life-threatening medical fight locked both of them into a deeper morbid dependence. It was not until they regained control on the edge of life and death that this twisted symbiosis that started with treatment and was trapped in a cage revealed a terminal illness called love that had long been inseparable under despair.
