Wen Xubai forgot someone.
He is a decisive new investment banker who lives a perfect life in the eyes of the world, but is devoured by insomnia and nightmares. In the dream, it is always a torrential rainy night. The young man kneels in the mud and gropes like crazy. In the end, there is only a broken plea: "Don't break up."
He remembered all the heartbreaking pain, he remembered breaking up, he remembered being blocked, he remembered the dazzling official announcement, but he forgot the source of the pain and the boy's name.
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A call to sell his house made him return to his old home that had been sealed for many years. In the hidden compartment of the old wallet, lies a yellowed and brittle souvenir. The eighteen-year-old Chicheng was written in sharp and bold handwriting, and the words "Lu Xiaoheng" were signed, which made him blush without warning.
What kind of hot love and involuntary separation are buried behind those time secretly hidden by the brain?
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When he walked into that destined business dinner with all his sobriety and complexity.
The crowd dispersed, and the man stood in front of him, spreading his palms.
The silver crescent moon, soaked by rain and polished by time, lay there quietly.
"Wen Xubai, happy eighteenth birthday."
Two people who had each carried regrets for eight years finally crossed the mountains and seas and stood in front of each other.
Where the moon falls, old friends are still there. They will spend their entire lives paying back the eight years they missed...
Intention: The forgotten love never dissipates, and the long-awaited affection finally echoes. Love can penetrate the barriers of memory and become the eternal light and salvation in each other's desolate lives.
