This film navigates the mental and psychological voids, discussing a certain possibility of love within the diagonal tension between patients and others. On the surface, it's about the patient's fantasy of love and the doctor's entanglement in unspeakable taboos with the patient. However, this fantasized love becomes the start of self-healing for the doctor as the 'other'. When the film speaks through the female lead's recounting of the past, it also expands the perspective from the patient's societal exploration to a broader public context, sparking a conversation about love. What is love? Is it a fantasy? Do we need love, or are we just indulging in the fantasy of it? Like a warm consultation room on a sunny afternoon, it's a refuge where no one can abandon themselves, and love cannot be demystified. The audiovisual design is very intentional, and the director's skill is fully realized in depicting the onset of illness, complemented by the actors' performances, immersing the audience in certain scenes. However, the overall story structure is loose, with transitions and changes not serving the narrative well, becoming more of a storytelling demand. The film's last half-hour inevitably leads to the male and female leads being separated by external forces, with the male lead falling into role flaws and the female lead into professional and social moral judgment, making me feel a lack of overall coherence.