My name is Zhifan, and his is Xie Siyan. We broke up once, but now we're together again. He doesn't talk much. I'm ill, and I don't want to talk. Every night, he holds my hand all night long. He doesn't know that these hands have never intended to spare themselves. And I don't know how much longer he can keep holding them.
Theme: The redemption of two "patients."
