Shi Huan had a marriage others envied. Her husband, Zhou Mingzhe, was gentle and considerate, and their life was peaceful and perfect. Then, on a rainy day, she ran into Shen Mo, who had secretly loved her in college, and her calm life was suddenly thrown into turmoil. Shen Mo handed her a black umbrella, his gaze as deep as it had been when he drew her in the library all those years ago. “I still have that picture.”
Long-buried memories began to stir, and Shi Huan discovered that her past was full of inconsistencies: dates that had vanished, contradictory diary entries, and everyone insisting, “You were just ordinary classmates.” Shen Mo clasped her hand, his voice steady, though it betrayed the faintest tremor only when he spoke to her. “Shi Huan, our memories have been altered.”
Under the perfect husband’s attentive “care” and the secret surveillance of a mysterious organization, Shi Huan and the calm, decisive Shen Mo venture into the fog together. Every struggle to revisit the past makes the love they never confessed as teenagers burn hotter on the edge of life and death. When cracks appear in the fictional script of their lives, can they uncover the truth that was stolen from them and hold on to each other’s real hands, despite the constant surveillance?
