After Zhuman was discharged from the hospital, he kept having a recurring dream.
In the dream, the street lights were dim, and the girl whose face could not be seen clearly had long hair falling on her shoulders. She smiled and stretched out her hand to her.
Every time she wanted to get closer, the dream would collapse, causing her to break into a cold sweat and sit on the bed with lingering fear.
She had a hunch that her illness must be related to the girl in her dream.
But when she asked her parents and doctors, they hesitated and refused to respond to her.
Until one day, she found an app on her phone that could not be uninstalled. There was a person who sent her messages every day but never replied to her.
Driven by curiosity, she followed the guidance on the app and went to one place after another, including nursing homes, mental hospitals, and riversides... The forgotten memories of the past were picked up one after another, and she gradually pieced together the face of the girl in her dream.
——I thought you didn't want to think of me, that you would rather never have met me. I'm sorry, it was me who caused you so much pain.
Zhu Man shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face.
——The end point of every dream I have is to fall into your arms.
The most powerful magic of love is that it makes those who have had love no longer lose hope of life.
Intention: Reconciliation between love and death