Classical document restorer Cai You also woke up from a coma, and his memory stayed before an accident. The mansion she lives in is luxurious but cold. The architect Chang Shun, who claims to be her husband, is handsome and considerate, and controls all narratives about her. He told her that they loved each other deeply and that this was the home she had decorated with her own hands. But why did the portrait he ordered for her have eyes as sad as a farewell? Why did she only smell the rust of lies in this room filled with the scent of expensive incense?
When trust becomes a luxury product, she can only rely on instinct and expertise to find the erased traces in this maze of "pasts" built by him. Every step brings doubt, every step brings fear.
Is what she is about to uncover the cruel truth, or a version of herself she would rather forget forever?
Purpose: To explore how individuals can rely on their own strength to reshape reality amidst the ruins of trust and defend the dignity and purity of love instead of getting lost in the narratives spun by others.