Psychological undercurrent × fatal redemption × triangle abyss
"Don't look down at me underwater."
The last words he left to her became an ice pick piercing her heart.
She once tore up the professional code with her own hands and embraced him, but on the day the bamboo horse woke up, she heard the grin of the gears of fate.
The person on the hospital bed remembered the piano music she played when she was young, and the person in the bathroom painted unfinished cherry blossom branches on the tiles with blood.
"Choose him or me?"
Her eyelashes were stained with the broken lines of the electrocardiogram, and the question in his sketchbook was choked in her throat: Should a drowning man grab driftwood... Should he be sentenced?
Purpose: On the boundary between redemption and destruction, love is both the only antidote and the most deadly poison.