——When death becomes the footnote of youth, love is the glimmer of light that penetrates desperate situations
When seventeen-year-old Lin Zhi counted the thirty-seventh raindrop under the wisteria trellis, the gears of fate began to crack. Osteosarcoma bloomed evil flowers in her bones, and the boy who always appeared in the morning light became a bandaged mystery in the ward before the snowstorm came. Jiang Yi, a firefighter whose face was lost in flames, hid his burning heart deep in his hospital gown.
Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that all we see is death.
Concept: The bond between life and death, the relationship between patients
