On the sunny grass, Lu Zhiye fantasized countless times about Si Zhao walking from a distance - straight military uniform, bright smile, holding her high like he did every time he came back from vacation. But this time, all she was waiting for was a "missing on mission" notice.
She began to embark on a journey of search alone, but on a strange street corner, she met a boy who was very similar to Si Zhao. The same eyebrow and eye contours, the same habitual frown, and even the slightly rising tail tone when speaking are exactly the same. But when he opened his mouth, what he said was a name she had never heard before, and what he showed was a blank look that Si Zhao would never have.
Sometimes he is like Si Zhao, remembering the taste of her favorite milk tea, and subconsciously tilting the umbrella toward her when it rains; sometimes he is completely different, shaking his head in confusion when she mentions the past, and has a photo of another girl on his phone. Lu Zhiye repeatedly swung between hope and despair, until that rainy night, he suddenly held her wrist and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhiye, stop looking for her."
"I am him and I am not him."
Everything is leaning in an incredible direction - the cracks in the memory, the overlapping shadows, and the two completely different life trajectories are all telling her the same fact: for some love, there may be a third possibility.
