The Lingering Fragrance Has Not Dissipated, but You Are Already in My Bones

She thought she was a substitute, so she loved with caution; he thought she was a substitute, so he was hurt as a matter of course. But they don't know - fate has already written the script: she is his medicine, and he is her life. Even if you lose your memory, you can't forget it. If you miss it, you can't escape it.