The menthol cigarettes that Su Wan hid in her pocket were her thoughts that no one understood for eighteen years. They burned and went out amidst discipline and lack of love, and she did not dare to show them to others. Until I met that thin and tall person in the corridor at the end of summer. She spoke slowly and softly, her eyebrows were gentle, and even the wind blew her with gentleness. In the morning and evening of her senior year, in the dim light of the dormitory, the sunset by the river, and the showers in the ancient town, she hid her rebellion and put away her edges, thinking that she was just catching the warmth of the same kind. It wasn't until the cigarette butt was snuffed out gently, the heart was gently exposed, and the sick person held her cold hand, that I realized that the unspoken companionship was always a two-way street. It turned out that her loneliness and paranoia could finally be supported by the evening breeze and the moonlight could shelter her. The disturbing wisp of peppermint was finally calmed down by one person.
Concept: Love is never a one-way journey, but the mutual illumination of two lonely souls.