"At the 100th sunrise, you will become living specimens." Professor Lin took off his stethoscope, "This is not a medical diagnosis, it is a death notice from the 17th century."
Zhou Linyuan's suit pocket still contained the brief of the successful case, and Xu Zhao's painting tool box had just been filled with new paint. After a bizarre car accident, two strangers are bound to the same fate - at dawn every day, their consciousnesses will wake up in each other's bodies, and certain senses will disappear forever.
When an elite lawyer touched the world with a painter's hand for the first time, a strange tremor came from his fingertips; a wandering painter suddenly became speechless while standing in court, only to discover how much unspeakable pain was hidden in this body. When Zhou Linyuan saw the letter of severance from his father with Xu Zhao's eyes, and when Xu Zhao heard the echoes of childhood abuse through Zhou Linyuan's ears, those deliberately avoided lives suddenly became shared memories.
As his sense of taste disappeared, Xu Zhao missed the last bowl of soup his mother made before she died; when his hearing was deprived, Zhou Linyuan only saw his opponent's lips opening and closing during an important hearing. The cruelest thing was the night when the sense of touch disappeared. They slept in each other's arms but could not feel each other's body temperature, until the morning light reflected the large unnoticed wounds on the sheets.
The blackboard in the medical center is full of variables: double deprivation occurred on the 37th day, memory disorder began on the 59th day, and on the 81st day they discovered the truth of the curse - it was originally a love-sacrifice ritual invented by homosexuals two centuries ago. At this moment, the monitoring screen showed a cruel countdown, and what they hid under their pillows were mutually exchanged sensory deprivation consent forms.
When the morning light on the 100th day penetrated the curtains, the ECG monitor drew two parallel lines. The cherry blossom specimens in the morgue suddenly bloomed, and one petal fell on the ring finger of their overlapping right hands, where there was a ring made of intravenous tubes.
Intention: What is it?
