Old lamps cast old shadows, and year after year we remember those we've lost. He was the brightest light of her youth, weathering storms for her and guiding her through uncertain times. She was the salvation in his dark years, teaching him resilience and how to hold on. After an accident and a bout of amnesia, can they recover the past they lost beneath the old lamp?
Xue Ci: We love each other, so of course we belong together. But if one day this mutual devotion becomes a one-way road and one of us has to let go first, I hope it will be you, because I want more than anything for you to be happy. I can love you one day longer than you love me!
The story is emotionally delicate, but it feels like a sadomasochistic rhythm