Luo Jingxing woke up in chaos, forgetting who he was and where he came from. He only remembered the man named Xie Linyuan beside him. There was a sharp coldness in his eyebrows, but when he looked at him, he hid an indescribable gloom and tenderness.
Xie Linyuan said that he was Luo Jingxing and he was his.
So he stayed in this capacity to watch the rumored cold and ruthless village leader wash his hands and make soup for him, block open and hidden arrows for him, and show him all his patience and love.
When the dusty memories are uncovered layer by layer, is he the Luo Jingxing that Xie Linyuan holds in his hand, or is he the shadow of another person? And what kind of past does the man who keeps saying he is "one of his own" hide behind that he dares not speak of?
An entanglement that started with amnesia gradually reveals the deep sincerity and secrets in the pampering and temptation.
