First person
In the third month after moving into her new home, Lin Xi found a diary in the attic. The last page of the diary reads: "He found me and I had to hide in a more secret place." The handwriting is exactly the same as hers. There are half-dried ink stains on the back of the wall, secretly taken photos of her hidden deep in the closet, and the name of a missing woman is engraved on the inner ring of the ring. Husband Chen Zhibai said it was just a relic from the previous resident.
A ten-year disappearance case, two intersecting diaries, three people living in the same house, and a self who has been imitated for half his life without knowing it. When Chen Yutong's letter was taken out of the old mailbox from twenty-three years ago, and when the wavy line appeared simultaneously in the ring, the letter paper, and her own novel - Lin Xi finally understood that the person waiting for this house was never her husband, but her. Those voices left in the cracks in the wall are saying: Come here, I will hide the key for you.
Intention: Some love is already waiting there before you arrive.