Chen Wangchuan lost all his memory due to an accident, and his world became a wet blank, like the long and endless rainy days in Sanming. Until a girl named Chen Haiyin appeared under the old locust tree in Taiping Lane with a transparent umbrella, carrying seventeen yellowed old photos and a faded red rope, telling him that they once loved each other.
Memories can be cleared, but habits cannot.
She remembered that he liked gardenias, that he would eat handmade strawberry cake on his birthday every May 25th, that he saved a month's pocket money to buy her a red headband, and that he seriously told her on the stone bridge that if one day he forgot her, she must find him again and let him get to know her again.
Chen Wangchuan pieced together his past self in fragmented images, while Chen Haiyin struggled to maintain a long-expired but uncorrupted expectation in their day-to-day interactions. Forgetting is a two-way torment, one desperately wants to remember, and the other dare not let him fall in love with her again because no one knows when the next forgetfulness will come.
This is an isolated island for two people, and it is also their only coordinate. If the whole world is destined to be forgotten, then let me remember you forever.
