At midnight, Su Jiaojiao’s phone flashes a headline about tomorrow that only she can see:
[Young makeup artist leaves Linjiang with her boyfriend’s 120,000 yuan in savings; the identity of the man accompanying her sparks speculation]
The chipped black paint on the makeup case in the picture matches the one by her feet exactly.
Meanwhile, her live-in boyfriend of two years, Chen Du, has just dragged an iron box out from under the bed and pushed a bank card toward her.
“The shop you had your eye on, didn’t you say it would cost at least 80,000? We’ve saved 120,000.”
Su Jiaojiao: “…”
Determined not to become the ex-girlfriend who takes the money and runs, she starts turning down breakfast and milk tea, even scanning the QR code to pay for her own 15-yuan lemon tea.
At last, she makes it through the first headline. Midnight comes, and it refreshes:
[Worker falls from a great height in the early hours; had no vital signs upon arrival at the hospital. The deceased, Chen, was 27.]
Su Jiaojiao throws off the covers. “Chen Du, I dare you to go up on that building today!”
Only later does she realize that these lousy headlines refresh right on schedule every day, targeting the people around her.
Running away with the money, her boyfriend falling from a building, a secret late-night rendezvous… Every headline pushes her to change fate.
But as she keeps trying to change things, the man who made her birthday his bank card password and quietly saved 120,000 yuan from their wish to “have a place of our own someday” starts looking at her differently.
“Su Jiaojiao,” Chen Du says softly as he locks the iron box. “Have you been planning to settle things between us for a long time?”