Chen Mo killed me thirty-six times.
Knife, poison, falling from a building, drowning - every time it was a new way to die. Every time I woke up in his arms, back to the third wedding anniversary. I thought he was crazy. Until the moment of the thirty-sixth death, I saw his memory...
Intent: True love is when all the truth points to "separation", still choosing to go to each other - even in the form of death.