Wen Xi, the cold-sense lost property manager × Chen Du, the enthusiastic relic restorer
When I was eighteen years old.
Wenxi lost a memory.
The doctor said:
"It's traumatic amnesia."
She forgot about an accident.
Forgot someone.
I even forgot who I loved deeply.
Ten years later.
Wen Xi became the administrator of a special lost and found consulate.
She receives various "lost items" every day.
A stopped watch.
An unsigned diary.
A half-burnt photo.
The strange thing is:
Every item has a story.
Until one day.
A man comes here.
He said:
"I'm here to get my stuff."
Wenxi lowered his head to check the registration.
Items:
An old ring.
Recipient: Chen Du
She looked up.
First time meeting this man.
But I felt my heart hurt inexplicably.
Chen Du looked at her.
Asked softly:
"Wenxi."
"Do you really not remember me?"
She was silent.
He said:
"It doesn't matter."
"This time, it's me who will chase you again."
Purpose: What we are looking for throughout our lives is not just the lost things, but the complete self.