In my more than ten years of life, I have always hated the name Zhou Sheng, but it happens to be the name of a girl. My misfortune may be that I was born in a family that values boys over girls and has no love between my parents. In the past ten years, my life has had some brightness, but it was fleeting. Until I was twenty years old, I met a young man. In 2007, I was very conflicted when getting along with him. I had a violent heartbeat and an instinctive resistance to him. I didn't understand why I had this resistance. Until one of my grandmother's death anniversary, in the cemetery, I found a tombstone with the same name as mine, but the difference was that he was a boy... I seemed to remember it, as if there were some things that only I had forgotten...
Concept: The heroine loses her memory due to trauma, regards herself as her lover, finds herself in the confusion of identity, and finally reunites with her lover at the end of her life.