Everyone thought Shen Xinghe was crazy.
Three consecutive psychiatrists were forced to retire by him, and the suicide note was revised to seventeen versions, until the man named Jiang Yu broke through the rain curtain and broke in.
He became Shen Xinghe's legal cousin, academic assistant, and tyrant-like guardian in life.
Jiang Yu tore up the photos of his deceased lover, smashed his favorite strawberry cake, and pressed him in front of every shocking traumatic scene, forcing him to look directly at it.
"Do you hate me?" Jiang Yu pinched his chin and asked, "Hate is all right. Your life is in my control now, and hate is more useful than death."
In the day after day confrontation, Shen Xinghe gradually discovered:
The noodles cooked by Jiangyu have a unique taste to Lin Yan.
Jiang Yu's tapping rhythm to soothe his nightmares was Lin Yan's own password.
Even the name Jiang Yu blurted out when he was in a hurry was the nickname that Lin Yan only called him during his lifetime.
The strangest thing is that Shen Xinghe threw himself on Jiang Yu's back on a rainy night, and actually heard a faint but regular rhythm hidden in his steady heartbeat——
Electronic tick.
It was like there was another cold, precise timer beating in his chest besides his heart.
Shen Xinghe finally began to doubt:
Who is this tyrant who forcibly intervened in his life and dragged him back from the edge of hell?
And did Lin Yan, who died in that car accident four years ago, really... Disappear completely?
Concept: When love becomes the only loophole in the paradox of time, is forgetting closer to eternity than death?