In the intensive care unit, there lived two boys and girls who were sentenced to death by fate.
Qi Lin, who has congenital heart disease, grew up in the hospital and had to go to the operating room every once in a while.
Ying Yi, who had terminal leukemia, calmly told everyone on the first day he was admitted to the ward: terminal
They met amidst the white walls and the smell of disinfectant, and spent long days and nights amidst the ticking sound of the infusion tube.
He talks little and is as cold as the winter wind, but he will put an orange candy on her bedside table.
She is always smiling, even if her heart stops several times, her first words when she wakes up are always "I'm fine"
They saw shooting stars together, although one was in a dream and the other was in the garden
They shaved their heads together. He called her a kiwi fruit and she called him a braised egg.
Days pass day by day, from early spring to late autumn, from bare branches to green buds sprouting again
His hair didn't grow back, and her hair grew a short layer of stubble, which looked like spring hair.
In that white ward filled with the smell of disinfectant
Between the ticking of all the instruments and the crying at the end of the corridor
Every day, I don't know when time will suddenly stop
She wants to watch the stars with him
Two people who were wronged by fate
in the last days of life
clumsily, quietly, carefully
close to each other
This is not a story about recovery
This is a story about "still"
As long as it's still there, that's fine
Concept: In the ward where life is counting down, two lonely hearts exchange short-term sweetness with silence and companionship.