The clock in the emergency room pointed to three o'clock in the morning. Lei Yu clutched the hospital receipt tightly, and his fingertips were almost embedded in the words "Zeng Xiaoling". The way she smiled and said don't worry when we parted ways in Lijiang ten years ago overlapped and fragmented with the weakly beating curve on the monitor at this moment.
No one knew that this creative director, who had just won an international design gold medal, had twenty-three unsent letters hidden in his office, just like no one discovered that the signature on the title page of an architecture magazine "Forgotten City" was circled in red pen - "To Y, all my memories are love letters", which was the handwriting of his fiancée who had been missing for ten years.
When Xiao Ling bumped into him on the rooftop of the annual meeting, Lei Yu was burning the fourth heart transplant consent form with a lighter. While holding up his suit to protect her from the rain, the moment he wrapped his arms around her, he heard the sound of glaciers cracking in his bones - the woman who had stolen his youth and squeezed out his tears was asking him with innocent eyes and an innocent tone: "Have we met?"
Concept: True love can transcend mountains and seas