"You forgot something. But it doesn't matter, you will always remember it."
She looked at the three words "Bai Lilan" on the name tag as if she were looking at someone else's medical records. There is a shallow indentation on the ring finger of the left hand - a ring was worn, but the ring is missing. The nurse is always smiling, the doctor is always polite, and no one tells her: who you are, where you come from, why you are hospitalized, and why no one comes to visit.
She could only piece together that "self" piece by piece from the notes in the book, the scrawled writing on the postcard, and the dull pain in the back of her head.
"Either you hug me or shoot me." This was the only sentence on the postcard. The sender signed the letter "Tropical Rainforest".
She didn't know that these words were wedding vows. She didn't know that Rapid Bay was the beach she walked on during her honeymoon. She didn't know that there were people who were deliberately trying to make her disappear unexpectedly, and there were people who were working every step of the way just to fight for her life.
This is a story about "falling in love with the same person again after losing memory". Suspense is the shell, business war is the bones, emotion is the blood, and friendship is the antidote. Some people betrayed her for profit, some people took bullets for her, and some people handed her notes over and over again in the dark, refusing to say anything, just waiting for her to wake up.
The memory will disappear, but the person you loved is not only in the memory, but also in the habit, in the midnight dream, and in the most secret corner of the soul.
Concept: Love is like a mirror, untouchable, but beautiful. For beautiful things, the important thing is not to have them, but to believe that they exist, to appreciate them, to look forward to them, to believe them, and to feel the luck of being born.