Seventeen-year-old Wan Qichu has a pair of quiet eyes. She always speaks slowly and smiles softly, like a glass of lukewarm boiled water - no one knows how many secrets are dissolved in this glass of water. Taking care of her mentally disturbed mother made her learn to use gentleness as a weapon early on. The calculations hidden under the well-behaved appearance are like the calming pills always kept in the pocket of her white skirt, which are necessary for survival.
Nineteen-year-old Ji Baishu is used to curling up in a large sweater. Her bookshelf is filled with woodworking toys made by her father. Every pattern is evidence of being loved, but it is also a shackle that she cannot break away from. She knows how to love others too well, but she is always hesitant before her own choice, like a cat that keeps circling around its own tail.
When Wan Qichu's mother remarried Ji Baiju's father, two scarred souls were stuffed under the same roof. Ji Baiju would discover Wan Qichu secretly pouring out her mother's medicine late at night. Wan Qichu would catch Ji Baiju crying over unsent text messages. They saw the missing part of themselves in each other.
In this summer when the heartbeat seems to be slowing down, two hearts approaching cautiously have to face the most painful choice in the end: when family affection and love are placed on both sides of the balance, should they continue to be the painkillers in each other's lives, or become each other's new wounds?
Concept: Tender symbiosis of two incomplete souls