On the eve of the wedding, I picked up the terminal illness diagnosis certificate of my ex-boyfriend Zhou Wei'an in the hospital.
He was leaning in the smoking area, his fingertips were bright red, and his smile was pale and dull: "Why, you want to pity me?"
In front of him, I tore up the marriage invitation worth tens of millions in my hand.
"Marry me," I grabbed his wrist, "I'll treat it with you."
I used a hasty marriage to lock in the man who had abandoned me.
Seeing him frowning for me, worrying about me, and even crying for me,
I thought this revenge in the name of illness finally won.
Until I was in his study and found another medical record.
Patient: Zhou Wei'an.
Diagnosis: Post-traumatic selective amnesia.
Forgotten things: Everything about Ji Xiao.
Duration of disease: three years.
Turns out, it was me whose glands were failing.
And those who are terminally ill and incurable...
It's his long-dead memory of loving me.
Demining: ABO/reunion/chasing wife crematorium/bloody sadomasochism/HE/may have a child (not sure)
Core plot: I lied to him that he was terminally ill, but he lied to me and already forgot about it. We are all patients, holding the wrong medical records and loving the person in front of us.
Concept: Can lies carry the truth?
