The car accident shattered my memory and my life. Wake up again, a gentle wife, young children, and the identity of a "locksmith". This scene should be heartwarming, but why is that string in my heart always aching, as if something is staring at me? Is the concern in her eyes the warm sun that melts the ice, or an airtight net? Who am I? In this body, the original soul still lives, or in that car accident, I changed.
