Shen Zhuo's memory is so good that it's a disease.
He couldn't delete the pain, embarrassment and parting that he didn't want to remember, he could only carry it.
Until that rainy night, in the cold light of the convenience store, he bumped into Jiang Ye, who was supposed to disappear.
The man was wearing a black sweatshirt, with a fresh band-aid on his face, and his earrings were shining. He was smiling at him with a cigarette in his mouth - but there was something strange in those eyes.
Jiang Ye is not dead, but he has forgotten Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo thought, this is probably retribution.
It was you who chased me before, but this time it's me. Even if I have to go through your rotten past again, I have to let you miss me again.
Intention: I don't know the beans
