"When self-rescue requires external assistance, then who is the real savior?"
An unexpected car accident stopped Shen Zhiyu who was about to reach the top of the international photography competition.
In order to save her, her fiancé Wen Xubai stayed in that disaster forever.
Shen Zhiyu took all the blame on himself. For forty-nine days, guilt and survival instincts repeatedly tore and sawed in her heart, and self-punishment almost swallowed up her remaining will.
The forty-ninth day after the death of my lover.
Carrying a stack of yellowed old handwritten incense manuscripts left by Wen Xubai, she rushed alone to Chenxiang Villa - where lived the person Wen Xubai respected during his lifetime and regarded as a guide: Lu Shiyan.
The gate of Zhuhongyuan is closed and no one is admitted.
No pleas, no pleas.
She bet her already damaged and crumbling body and mind, and under the scorching sun, she made a desperate bet on the compassion that might still exist among her former classmates.
The sun's shadow was setting in the west, and I fainted due to heat stroke. The hot ground was not the final destination.
His shoulders sank, and Shen Zhiyu, who was being held firmly, spoke in a soft and cold voice:
"Lu Shiyan, I win."
Lu Shiyan's eyes darkened to the end, and there was a hint of panic in his voice that was almost breaking his defense:
"Shen Zhiyu, you are really... Crazy!"
An unflattering bet that was almost self-destructive became her only ticket to enter the Agarwood Villa.
If you learn fragrance, you will express your lifelong love;
But being a scholar has become a bargaining chip for me to survive.
Does this count as blasphemy against the deceased?
Purpose: Atonement does not require self-criticism