"We are both imperfections in each other's lives - you are the holes that I can't sew, and I am the waste that you can't take enough pictures of. But it is those festered stitches and out-of-focus lenses that make us a painful but perfect symbiosis."
Seventeen-year-old Li Zhao is a festering genius hidden in stitches. She sews bruises from school bullying into the folds of her school uniform. Lin Zhou is the dying director behind the camera, and the camera is his ventilator. He captured the moment when she bit the sewing thread three times, but edited her love into "Human Pain Threshold Observation Diary".
When they first met on the rooftop during a rainstorm, he threw the blood-stained school uniform as a bandage, and she took out the film with "17th rescue failure" written on the lining; in the evening of the graduation season, she cried on his consent form for surgery, and he fished out the love poems stained by tears from the ashes of her burned school uniform.
We met again seven years later. She was a brand couture designer, and he was a new talented director in the entertainment industry. When her sewing needle picked up the Zhaoyang tattoo under his collarbone, his camera finally focused on the festering youth of each other - it turned out that those threads were the unsent symbiosis contract, and those NG shots were the Morse code of premature heart beats.
"I mended your broken mirror life, and you photographed my festering silent screams. Does this count as the medical record we wrote together?"
Intention: To save oneself in salvation