There are some entanglements in the world, it's called love, it's called poison, it's also called it.
This is a story about companionship and watchfulness, which happened on the street called Qianglan. The time spent sharing a house woven two people who had nothing in common with each other into the texture of each other's lives - a forensic doctor and a genius who uses numbers to understand the world. Between them are the trivial things in daily life, the silent understanding, and the moments that cannot be calculated by any formula.
The undercurrent of fate never stops due to calmness. When the dusty past surfaced, and when strange figures broke into this small world, they realized that there was some entanglement that had already gone beyond simple encounters and separations. It's about the delivery of trust, the exposure of vulnerability, the willingness to light a candle in the deepest darkness.
The green mountains are silent, but the years are passing by. Perhaps the most rare thing in this world is not a vigorous encounter, but a person's willingness to understand another person's silence over a long period of time.
Some people come into your life, not to stay, but to tell you: The green hills are still there, and you deserve to be treated tenderly.
Purpose: Lonely souls do not have to swim alone - when one person is willing to leave a place for another person's "abnormality", the fragility, paranoia and fear that the world regards as freaks are no longer lesions that need to be hidden, but a place where they can be placed. True companionship is not about healing, but about allowing each other to finally be "normally abnormal" in the eyes of the other person.