Su Wan thought she had the best boyfriend in the world - Lu Zeyan, a gentle and considerate doctor who would protect her all night long when she was sick and promise to spend the rest of her life under the stars. Until that early morning, she bumped into "him" in the underground garage. He had dyed hair and functional clothes. He modified a racing car with sharp and ruthless movements. When he looked back, his eyes looked strange like another person.
"Who are you?"
"Leave me alone."
The next day, Lu Zeyan, with gold glasses and a white coat, appeared on time, holding hot soy milk, as gentle as if last night was her hallucination.
The drawer with a password in the study, the encrypted photo album full of her solo photos, the murmuring "don't hurt her" in her sleep, the suddenly fierce eyes at the negotiation table, the unruly figure on the racing track... More and more "him" surfaced.
When Su Wan pried open the drawer whose password was her birthday and saw the car accident record in the medical record and the girl who looked exactly like him in the old newspaper, Lu Zeyan's eyes lost their tenderness for the first time, leaving only a cold warning: "Stop checking, it won't do you any good."
But she has fallen - is it the unspeakable trauma hidden in his countless split personalities, or is it the extremely clumsy protection of her alone?
