This is a story that takes place in a small county.
Two girls with no education, no way out, and no even "home" met in the basement of an old building in the county town and became each other's only relatives.
The poor winter was too cold, so they could only hug each other to keep warm - the tighter they hugged, the deeper the thorns pierced. In the past seven or eight years, love has been ground into dull pain by firewood, rice, oil and salt, it has been made ashamed by the prosperity of the outside world, and it has been hollowed out by "fate's jokes" again and again. They wanted to leave each other countless times, and they left and looked back countless times. In the end, the bodies were still together, but the souls had been drained away - only a fire that refused to be extinguished was left under the ashes.
Intention: Be positive and fight against fate