Chen Yan has a secret - when he touches antiques, he can see memory fragments on the items. The notebook left by my grandfather said: This is "object view" and it is also a curse. Every time you use an ability, you lose a piece of memory. Irreversible.
He evaded it for seven years until an estate appraisal hit something he shouldn't. Lin Zhiwei, the make-up artist at the funeral home, came to the door: "You can see it, right?"
A recorder who wants to escape, a lonely dark-eyed person. Fifteen cases, from shadows to empty chairs, from bronze mirrors to ancient paintings. He learned to record while losing his memory again and again, and found the meaning of existence in the records.
And Lin Zhiwei - she became his anchor, allowing him to always remember who he was in the midst of forgetfulness.
"It doesn't matter if you forget, I'll remember it for you." "Record is the respect of existence, and choice defines destiny."
Intention: Memories will fade, but records will last forever. Choice defines destiny, existence itself is meaning.