Three years ago, the loud noise of the climbing rope breaking shattered Lin Xi's world.
Trembling, she signed the organ donation form and handed over her lover Zhou Yu's heart to an unknown fate with her own hands.
From then on, there was a wound in her chest that would never heal. Every midnight, the heart that was sent away was throbbing secretly in the distance, with the pungent smell of turpentine and the illusion of the edge of the abyss, always reminding her: you are alive, but he is dead.
Three years later, in order to survive, she wrapped up her navy blue professional disguise and walked into the cold building of Universal Technology.
Sitting there was a man named Gu Chengyu. A former swimming champion, a technological upstart, and the mysterious buyer of Zhou Yu's works.
Facing the unfinished painting "Breath at the Edge of the Abyss", he said: "This blackness is like the deepest water I have ever swam in."
But Zhouyu is afraid of water.
The moment the interview room door opened, I felt a crazy dull pain in my left chest.
The heart that she had given away with her own hands, separated by flesh and blood and years, came to life in a strange chest and made a deafening echo.
Is it atonement or betrayal? Is it the bond of fate, or the crazy illusion of cellular memory?
When the turpentine embers were suffocated by the deep water, she heard a knock from the bottom of her heart that transcended life and death——
"Found you."
Intention: Echo of kindness, two-way redemption.