I was trapped in the body of my lover, watching the world mourn me.
Ling Che never thought that an unexpected soul exchange would entangle his and dancer Wen Yuan's lives so closely. He used her hands to draw the tenderness of the building, and she used his eyes to understand the edge of ballet. They dated in front of each other's faces, exchanging secrets that only the two of them knew late at night, and even their breaths were filled with misplaced sweetness.
But a car accident on a rainy night crushed everything into pieces. Wen Yuan's soul died in his original body, and he was trapped in her body forever.
Now, he wants to wear her floral skirt, dance her ballet, and accept the blessing of "escaping death" for her; he wants to use her brushstrokes to paint his architectural manuscripts at her art exhibition, and listen to others praise that "Wen Yuan's art hides the shadow of Ling Che" - no one knows that his soul is buried in her body, and every time he laughs, he is crying for two people.
As soon as they tasted love in dislocation, death tore them in half. From then on, her body was his prison, and the rest of his life was her living tombstone.
