Lin Wan'er opened his eyes and saw a dazzling red.
It's not the white of the gray ceiling in her rental house, nor the blue of the computer screen where she works overtime until three in the morning - it's red, overwhelming red. Double Happiness, red quilt, red candles, and the red cotton-padded jacket that was so dirty that she was wearing it.
There was a buzz in her head.
The next second, the original owner's memories flooded in like a warehouse door being kicked open.
The eighties. Production team. Fiancé. And - tonight is the wedding night.
Lin Wan'er:?
