"Even if there is no sunshine, I can still feel the warmth with my hands."
In junior high school, Lin Yening met the teacher who influenced her life - Zhang Jiaqian. She cried loudly in her warmth, wandered and pulled in her ambiguity, and watched the sky from her trap. Her life bloomed when she met her, and also declined when their relationship was at its most delicate.
As a teacher, or a crush, after going through an inner battle, I chose to hold Lin Yening's hand.
Intention: Love and hate in the world will eventually return to their roots in the yin and yang of life and death.