The year Xu Zhiran picked up Lu Chengyu, he lost his memory and his legs were broken.
She gave him a hot meal, a place to stay, and stayed with him through a thousand days and nights of rehabilitation.
On the day he proposed, he used the money he had saved for a long time to buy a tail ring with "Yu Ran" engraved on it.
He said: "I don't remember who it was in the past, but I want to spend time with you in the future."
She believed it.
Then he died.
Car accident. Accident. The relics were a broken dial and the tail ring that she refused to take off.
——That was half a year ago.
On the 100th day, the company landed a new president.
The moment the man walked into the conference room, the pen in Xu Zhiran's hand rolled to the ground.
The small mole that is not easy to detect on the eyebrow bone, the end of the eye, and the chin.
Even the habitual movement of lightly touching the cufflinks when talking is exactly the same.
His name is Lu Chengze.
He said he didn't know her.
But he arranged for her to be transferred to another job, repaired her leaky rental house, held an umbrella with her on the anniversary of her "late husband's" death, and stood with her in front of the tombstone for the whole evening.
He handed her the umbrella with a "C" engraved on the handle.
It had the same letter on the inside of the tail ring she hid in the iron box.
Xu Zhiran thought he was coming out of the shadows.
Until one rainy night, the door that hadn't been knocked for three years suddenly rang.
Standing outside the door was her husband who had been "dead" for one hundred and eighty-seven days.
He lost weight.
Eyes red.
The first thing he said was: "Zhiran, I'm not dead."
And it was at this moment that she discovered with horror——
The plain ring given by Lu Chengze on her ring finger could no longer be taken off.
