Wen Zhihua: "Lu Huai, I can't live anymore."
Lu Huai: "Then don't move, I'll hold you."
Wen Zhihua's life is a long journey. She borrowed her mother's strength, borrowed her best friend's enthusiasm, but she didn't dare to borrow a man's shoulder - because that man taught her that getting close would only hurt her.
Until she met Lu Huai by the river.
He is not a savior, he is a wounded soldier like her. He saved her not because she was worth it, but because he was used to not leaving anyone behind on the battlefield, even this time, the battlefield was life.
He has seen the most tragic death, so he understands her determination to die;
She has seen the most passionate love, so she understands his silent tenderness.
This is the mutual repair of two broken souls.
Lend me a little light from you in exchange for my rebirth.
Concept: We are all survivors who have been screened out by fate, and we think that living is a debt we owe. It wasn't until I met you that I realized that being left behind was to clumsily continue the unfinished love for those who didn't have time.