What really trapped He Zhi was not the riddled old relationship, but her inability to forgive herself for her obsession. When she walked alone in the darkness carrying the guilt of her grandmother's death and her brother's serious injury, she realized that what lifted her out of the abyss inch by inch was never love's compensation or belated confession, but the daily, silent protection that she took for granted - the tolerance of her family, a cup of hot water handed over by a friend late at night, and the doctor's words, "You are starting to grow new roots." Love may not be the only one that can cure the poison of love. There are thousands of ordinary tendernesses in the world, each of which is enough to heal a broken life.
Intention: The antidote and poison of life is not only love, but also family affection and friendship.