mist

This is far more than a story about drugs—it serves as a magnifying glass, revealing the most fragile yet resilient corners of human nature when love is eroded.Sarah’s transformation is deeply unsettling. That once perhaps innocent and joyful girl, under the cloak of love, steps steadily into the trap of “white death.” What may be most terrifying is not heroin itself, but how it silently gnaws away at a person’s will and relationships, like termites—turning trust into doubt, intimacy into distance. As a mother, Anna’s painful struggle from “knowing” to “not understanding” mirrors countless family tragedies: we believe love can conquer all, not realizing that some abysses call for wiser assistance.The depth of this book lies in not stopping at a simple condemnation of drugs. It uncovers the complex emotional triggers behind addiction—such as Sarah’s yearning for love and subsequent loss of self. It reminds me that everyone may carry some kind of inner “void,” and to recognize and fill it in a healthy way may be the starting point for staying away from all “drugs,” whether substance or psychological dependence. Anna’s final choice glimmers with humanity’s undying light: on the ruins of despair, love is not blind trust, but steadfast guarding and waiting even after seeing the truth.As young people, we may not encounter such extreme cases around us, yet the temptations and traps that “change a person” are everywhere. This book sounds an alarm, reminding us to protect the boundaries of our hearts while pursuing belonging and acceptance. True love should allow one to see a clearer sky, not fall into deeper fog. And family will always be the lighthouse most deserving of being seen—and most worth actively lighting—in that mist.