If life begins to count down, how will you say goodbye to the one you love deeply?
Eighteen-year-old Lin Kexin was diagnosed with "idiopathic pulmonary hypertension" and the doctor said she would not live to be twenty-five. She hid her secrets in a dark blue diary and used alienation to push away everyone who came close - especially the young man who always held an umbrella for her on rainy days, Jiang Yuebai.
Jiang Yuebai spent his entire youth waiting for an answer. He adjusted the height of the microphone for her in the choir, ran three thousand meters at the sports meeting just to take a look at her, and pretended to meet her by chance every morning with the fragrance of osmanthus. He didn't know that the person he was waiting for was trying his best to push him into a future without her.
"Wait until one day when you don't like me anymore, then open this box." At the graduation party, Lin Kexin thrust her final farewell into his hand, and then completely disappeared from his world.
Ten years later, Jiang Yuebai became a cardiothoracic surgeon, married Su Wan, a colleague with similar facial features to hers, and lived a peaceful married life. Until a medical incident seriously injured him, and amid the empty wine bottles and broken marriage, he opened the dusty box——
There was only a dried sweet-scented osmanthus flower and a hospital prescription:
"Jiang Yuebai, I like you. I've liked you since the day you picked up my ID card."
"But I'm going to die, and the success rate of the operation is only 30%. Don't wait for me, live well, and take my share with me."
It turned out that the person he had been waiting for for ten years had already stopped breathing on the operating table. It turns out that what he thought he was "looking forward" was just looking for her soul in every similar silhouette.
"Living well," she wrote in the letter, "is my last wish."
But when the truth tears apart the bloody past, and when waiting becomes a joke of self-deception, how should he fulfill the promise entrusted with his life?
This is a story about how regret becomes another kind of eternity. Those unspoken "likes", those breakfasts that were not delivered, and those lives that disappeared quietly in the fragrance of osmanthus, eventually turned into the power of traveling through time - not all love needs an ending, some farewells are to allow the living to love each other better.
Concept: Death is not the end of love. The life changed by love and the love that continues to be conveyed are eternal.