Eleven years ago, Song Zhiyu left a letter and disappeared from Su Yunjin's world.
"Sorry, I'm leaving. Don't look for me."
Eleven years later, at the merger and acquisition negotiation site, Song Zhiyu opened the door and walked in.
Su Yunjin stretched out his hand: "Lawyer Song, I have long admired you."
Song Zhiyu held her hand: "Mr. Su, you are fine."
Only Su Yunjin knew that when shaking hands, Song Zhiyu's thumb was rubbing her index finger - that was her little gesture when she was nervous, and it had not changed in eleven years.
This is a story about "I don't accept my fate" and "I defend you".
It's not one person saving another person.
It's two people who recognize each other through each other's wounds.
Intention: It's not about denying fate, it's about recognizing you. Two traumatized people, recognizing each other in each other's wounds, rise together. It is not that one person saves another person, but that each other provides medical records and medicine.
