He is a walking iceberg scale - Fu Sinian, the youngest professor at the Municipal Bureau of Forensic Medicine Center, can accurately calculate the liver temperature of a corpse, but cannot accurately calculate his own uncontrolled heartbeat. He is a specimen of the little sun in the world - Lin Xinglan, the favorite teacher of the students at the Academy of Fine Arts. His paintbrush can heal millions of people, but it cannot mend the cracks of being abandoned in childhood. On the night of the first snow, the street lamp was the only witness: he saw his silhouette with snowy eyelashes trembling on the sketchbook, like a handful of undissected pure soul; he took over his cashmere scarf that smelled of disinfectant, and his frozen fingertips touched the throbbing temperature of 37°C for the first time. When breaking down the door on a rainy night, the autopsy report of rationality and sensibility: "No one will always want me!" The cry of collapse mixed with thunder hit the man who was as calm as a scalpel. The response was a hug that stained the shirt - the forensic doctor declared in a professional tone: "The heartbeat is tachy, and the cause is clear: Lin Xinglan." [Cold and abstinent forensic doctor × Sunshine Broken Painter] When the scale of absolute rationality measured a heart full of cracks, redemption became the autopsy consent form they jointly signed. ——"There is no room for lies on my autopsy table, except for loving you.
Intent: A story about two souls redeeming and warming each other amidst ordinary fireworks. Explore the dialectical relationship between "being loved" and "self-love", and finally learn to believe in love, give love, and embrace the beauty of the world