(Unfinished) Wuxu is in a depressing and fatalistic atmosphere, deeply entangled in emotions and the past, with a sensitive and stubborn heart, trapped by memories, obsessions and inexplicable emotions. She loves her, and she loves her, but what is love? She is trapped between interpersonal entanglements and self-pulling. The people and events around her were like invisible shackles, pushing her to stay stuck in place, unable to let go of the regrets of the past, and unable to take steps towards the future. Sister, family, father, Yang Kui...
Concept: Should people believe in love? Is compassion for strangers wrong or right?