He was used to walking with his head down and hiding his left hand in his pocket.
The longest road he walked was the years when he hid his wounds.
Until one day, someone saw it and didn't go away.
"I saw it," he said.
Then he handed over his coat.
The cuffs were rolled up, which just covered the deep and shallow scars on Bai Hengye's wrists.
He remembered the temperature of that coat for many years.
But warmth is always short-lived. Like the light at dusk in summer, it seems very long, but in fact it becomes darker as soon as you turn around.
It turns out that some things were doomed from the beginning.
Intention: Face the separation and death brought by fate, and explore the weight of life and the unfulfilled love in the midst of regret.