When a sudden car accident shattered the glass of ordinary life, Chen Yu's world began to tilt. Xiaoyan's words of "break up" before she fell into coma were like a thorn piercing into his defenseless heart. The gears of fate are misaligned at this moment, and a love that was once thought to be as stable as the clock suddenly becomes a mystery.
He was just a social worker working nine to five, but he was forced to negotiate with his fate in the corridor of the hospital. She was lying in the ICU, her life like a candle in the wind; he was struggling in the quagmire of reality, and every penny of treatment fee seemed to be dug out of his flesh and blood. The triple shackles of feelings, money, and time made him breathless.
But when he found out the mysterious number and dialed it, the world began to turn around. The truth comes flooding in, salty and painful. It's not that she doesn't love anymore, it's that she doesn't dare to love. He is no longer just a bystander, but her knight, doctor, translator - even the reason for her to live.
He became red-eyed, made his first pot of gold, and lost the illusion of stability. Behind every counterattack is overdrawn youth and burning faith. And that mysterious book and the memory of that seaside town are quietly woven into the web of fate.
When one person is willing to change his destiny for another person, can love still be measured by secular logic?
