Fu Zhi escaped for five years.
Escape from the laboratory to the mountain village of Sichuan and Chongqing, escape from the sterile operating table to the shaved pig soup at the dam banquet.
She thought it was far enough.
Until the man in the cashmere coat appeared in the courtyard of Lao Wang's house, and a glass of white wine was stuffed into his hand, which was so spicy that his throat tightened.
"Fu Zhi, long time no see."
His name is Jiang Feng. Thirteen hundred years ago, his family fell from the stars to this land.
He is here to take her back - because her genetic sequence is the only "key" for thousands of years.
But he remembered the brown sugar glutinous rice cake she loved to eat when she had hypoglycemia. He remembered that the pen she used to write medical records would tilt fifteen degrees to the right. He remembered that after she fell asleep, her body temperature would first drop by 0.5 Degrees and then rise again.
"I just need you very much," he said.
These words were too direct and hard, and they hit the snowy night.
She didn't know that this man had been waiting for five years to learn to say this sentence.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married.