He is a fire service captain and she is a war correspondent.
When they first met at a fire scene, he carried her out covered in smoke and dust. She proposed to him by braiding a fire hose in the shape of a heart, and he said - "I'll try to come back alive to see you."
He thought she would always be waiting for him behind him.
Until that August 14th, the chemical plant exploded. She shouted from the third floor: "Lin Jin, I'm pregnant——"
At the same time, the walkie-talkie heard calls for help from comrades. He chose the other side.
When she was rescued, her sense of smell was permanently damaged and her child was gone. She left her wedding ring and a sentence: "What you saved was your mission, and what I died was my life. Let's settle the relationship." Then she disappeared and went to the war-torn place.
Two years later, she was kidnapped in Syria.
He went to rescue like crazy. A landmine blew off his right calf and shrapnel blinded his right eye. He dragged her body back to rescue her, but she lost her memory: "Which team are you from...? I think I've seen you before."
She doesn't remember him.
The day she regained her memory, she watched him fall in the corridor, his prosthetic limb flew off, and flashbulbs surrounded him.
She squatted down and helped him buckle the shell, her voice was very soft and cold: "Lin Jin, I don't hate you. It takes strength to hate you."
She signed the divorce agreement and left again.
He retired and lived by repairing shoes in the alleys of a small town. The prosthetics are rusty, the knees are rotten, and the bone cancer has spread.
On the last day of August 14th, he sat on a wicker chair wearing his old fire uniform, facing the sun, and passed away quietly.
