Shen Zhaoye died once.
As the sharpest knife of the Interstellar Repair Bureau, she was broken into three thousand pieces and scattered across fifteen collapsed planes. The bureau sent someone to collect the body - it was her immediate superior, Xie Lin, a man who was always cold-faced and cold-hearted and twelve years older than her.
She thought he was coming to save her.
He came to bury her with his own hands.
Every time he entered a plane, he would fall in love with her first, and then watch helplessly as she once again chose justice, once again pledged herself to the country, and once again... Died in front of him.
In the spy movies of the Republic of China, she is the top singer of Paramount and he is the spy chief. She smiled at him: "Sir Xie, are you willing to let me die?" He was willing. He personally sent her to die in exchange for the survival of three thousand soldiers on the front line.
On the interstellar battlefield, she is the commander and he is the marshal. She flew the fighter plane towards the star, and the last words in the communicator were: "Instructor, did you read that love letter?" He read it. He watched it three hundred and sixty-five times, in the next thirty years without her.
She fishes for him, she flirts with him, and she asks him "Are you willing to give up" in every world?
He is willing to give up. He is willing to give up anything. I just couldn't bear to see her disappear.
But what Xie Lin didn't know was that at the end of each plane, Shen Zhaoye would leave behind a fragment of memory. The fragments are all about his face: his frown when he shielded her from the knife, his trembling hands when he applied medicine to her late at night, his eyes that sat silently next to her body until dawn.
"Xie Lin, do you think you are collecting my fragments?"
"I'm collecting you."
Fifteen planes, fifteen escapes. She went from being his prey to being his prisoner. From her caretaker, he becomes her accomplice.
