When I woke up from the hospital, my memory stopped at my passionate love period three years ago.
Her boyfriend Lu Chen is more gentle than before.
Good morning kisses, strawberry cake, and late night lulls to sleep.
I felt like I was soaking in a jar of honey, feeling that I was the happiest woman in the world.
But I started having the same nightmare.
Rainy night, crowds, harsh brakes.
There was also a man who looked at me and cried coldly.
I asked him: "Lu Chen, have we quarreled before?"
He hugged me tightly: "No, we have always been fine."
Until I opened the locked drawer at the bottom of his study.
A torn and glued photo.
The back looks like me, but it's not my face.
"Lu Chen, who is Bai Zhi?"
His chopsticks fell to the ground.
