There Is a Spark in the Corner of the Courtyard, and You Will Not Know the Summer Until You Cross It

In the corner of the courtyard of the bungalow, a faint but long-lasting spark ignited, gently accepting five people who were deeply in psychological haze. Lin Zhixia uses gentleness as a lamp, uses absurd and relaxing daily life to dissolve the heaviness, accepts their avoidance, anxiety, sharpness and self-repression, guides them to reconcile with past trauma, and learn to accept their imperfect selves. Everyone thought that this cluster of sparks in the small courtyard would stay for a long time and become a stable harbor for the rest of their lives. It wasn't until everyone went on a long journey, completed their self-healing, and came back for their appointment with great expectations, that they realized that this cluster of sparks was already weak, and it was her who, dragging her body with pain, forcibly lit up the warmth of the entire yard. The long-term primary injury and the emotional internal friction of no one to talk to finally exhausted her vitality. Starfire once brought all sentient beings out of the cold winter, but in the end it could not help her out of the long darkness. The courtyard is still there, but the sparks have been extinguished. Midsummer has come and no one has returned.