Duan Jin is allergic to women. To be precise, to all women. If you encounter anyone of the opposite sex, you will develop a rash within three seconds and have difficulty breathing after five seconds. Doctors say this is a rare neurological allergy that has no cure and can only rely on "desensitization treatment" - continued exposure to the same person until the body builds tolerance.
He searched for seven years and tried one hundred and seventy-three women. None of them could keep him from getting sick.
In the seventh year, he met Ji Hao. The first second he touched her - there was no reaction. Second second - no. The third second - no. She was the only woman in the world who wouldn't give him a rash if he touched her.
The doctor told him: "As long as you continue to be in contact with the same person for more than seven years, irreversible neurological dependence will be formed. Your body will remember her and can no longer live without her."
He married her. Use her as medicine, use her body temperature for healing.
After seven years of marriage, she was the one he held in his arms to sleep every day. After seven years of marriage, he only knew her name but not her past. After seven years of marriage, he thought he was treating a disease, but he didn't know that medicine would hurt.
On the last day of the seventh year, he recovered. The doctor said: "Your desensitization period is over and you no longer need contact therapy."
He looked at her and asked for the first time: "You are still here, isn't it enough?"
She didn't answer. But she took out a paper airplane from her pocket and put it in his hand - he finally remembered what she said while holding down his bleeding wrist in the emergency room seven years ago.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."
When she said this, it was also when she left.
He spent seven years looking for her. She worked on his medicine for seven years. When he finally knew she was the same person, the seven-year date had just ended - he was fine. But that person is no longer there.
Or, still in front of him. It's just that he no longer knows what to call her.
Idea: The body remembers earlier than the brain. Love is not a memory, it is the skin that remembers you.