In a car accident, Fu Ran lost all his memory.
When she woke up, she was the unpopular third mistress of the wealthy Li family - her husband Li Sichen had not looked at her in three years, her mother-in-law was harsh in her words, and her sister Fu Yan had a gentle smile but hidden edge. An old diary is filled with three years of humility and flattery by the original owner: he never touched her, never came home, and never even remembered her existence.
Fu Ran tore up the diary, signed the divorce agreement, and disappeared into the late night streets with his luggage.
No one knew that after losing her memory, she had a pair of hands that could turn decay into magic. The lines solidified on the drawings and the light and shadow of the buildings rising from the ground are like instincts engraved in the bones and blood. Shen Wei, the legendary female architect of Jinghe Office, extended an olive branch to her, and a whole new world slowly opened in front of her.
But Li Sichen wouldn't let her go.
The man who had been indifferent for three years looked at her for the first time, his eyes so hot that he seemed to burn her to death: "Fu Ran, we are not divorced yet."
And she accidentally turned over an old photo - in the photo, she was leaning next to a strange man, smiling as bright as light. There was a silver cufflink on the cuff of the man's white shirt, engraved with a letter that she couldn't see clearly.
Memories surge like fragments, and a chess game about identity, conspiracy and dislocation quietly unfolds.
When all the deception and exploitation came to light, she discovered that what she had lost was not only her memory, but also the person who truly held her in the palm of her hand.
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She once lowered herself into the dust, but forgot that she was born to be light.
Intention: Even if you lose your memory, don't lose the courage to start over. The real destination is never around someone, but the life you build with your own hands.