That summer, the sound of confession under the camphor tree was still in my ears, but he evaporated like a drop of water in the scorching sun. Thyme Xiangxiang kept her promise of "must wait for me", from youth to blooming, and emerged in the field of architectural design, but she still could not get out of the maze named "Yu Wenli".
Seven years later, during a heavy rainstorm, she was caught off guard and met a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar eyes. The new mark on the brow bone, the cold and distant look, and the polite question: "Have we met somewhere?"
He is Yu Wenli, the financial assistant sent by the group, a man completely different from her memory - cheerful, direct, and full of vigor, but she has forgotten it.
When Thyme Xiangxiang discovers that behind his amnesia is a fatal conspiracy involving family grudges; when Yu Wenli persistently pursues the vague but warm figure in the blank memory; when the poison seven years ago and the rainy night seven years later intertwine to form a web of fate -
He awkwardly approached again, like a primary school student learning to write a love letter for the first time: "Although I don't remember, my heart recognizes you."
She struggled between the past and the present: "What I want is the complete Yu Wenli, not half a stranger."
From the cafe in the rain to the old streets of childhood, from the drawings working side by side to the clues of late-night investigation, a period of childhood sweetheart years erased by poison slowly surfaced. It turns out that the deepest love is not that we have never been separated, but that even if the memory is cleared, the soul will still be recognized at a glance in the sea of people. I have always believed in our fate. I have been waiting for you, Li. Time will make us meet again.
