[Wen Zhenyue's perspective]
I was once an eagle soaring over the snowy peaks, and I stood on top of the world at the age of eighteen. Until an "accident" broke my wings and I could no longer hold the ski pole with the ring finger of my left hand. During the three years I retired from the UK, I lived like a perfect dummy in the luxury showcase. When I was 23 years old, I returned to China because my grandfather was seriously ill. I met Wen Qing in the hospital - the movie queen who was said to be my brother's sweetheart. The way she looked at me was so familiar, as if she already knew every broken side of me. Wen Fu always lets me see the "evidence": old photos of her being intimate with him, records of conversations in which she pitied me. But when I collapsed on a rainy night, it was she who rushed into the rain to find me. She said: "I want the wreckage too." Later I learned that she had been preparing this sentence for ten years.
[Wen Qing's perspective]
When I was fourteen years old, the ski girl who transferred to another school crashed into my world like a little sun. The way she focused on training made my heart flutter for the first time. Three months later she left without saying goodbye, and I learned that she had suffered a serious injury and lost her memory. In the past ten years, I have gone from a newcomer in the entertainment industry to an actress, and every step I climbed was in order to catch her fall one day. When she finally returned home, still bearing the scars from the Calgary accident on her wrists, Wen Fu was spinning lies about me in her ears. I resisted all explanations and just told her about the weather every day and handed her a warm patch when an old injury recurred. Until she was soaked and said to me at the abandoned ski resort: "I can't even feel the pain clearly anymore." I kissed her scar: "Then feel me." Secrets will always be revealed - locked in my studio are her medical reports from the age of eighteen to the present, and thirty-six boarding passes for my flight to the UK. Love has been planned for a long time, and I finally waited for the day to close the net.
The core of this story is: a man spent ten years weaving an invisible net over the abyss. When the fallen person finally looked up, she found that the entire starry sky was adjusting her orbit - and those encounters she thought were chance encounters were all inevitable that another person had measured with the ruler of youth.
Concept: Broken souls can also become each other's armor, and the deepest protection often begins with silent gaze.