Lin Zhiyu woke up from a long slumber, his mind filled with a complete and passionate love. He dragged his unrecovered body around and walked around the streets and alleys they had visited together, looking for the shops they often visited in the past, and visiting every place where memories were left. He desperately searched for evidence that the two were in love, hoping to find a token and a piece of evidence from others to prove that the relationship was not a fantasy he had spun out of thin air while he was in a coma.
When the last thought is completely in vain, there is no place in the world where this love can be placed.
Qingming Festival and sweeping festival every year have been Xiao Heng's habits that have not changed for decades. Time wears away his spirit, aging sweeps over his body, and Alzheimer's disease slowly eats away at his remaining memories. He couldn't remember the trivial details of the past, and he couldn't recognize the people around him. He could only remember that there was a tombstone that he must see.
The high walls of the nursing home trapped Mu's body, unable to block the vague pull in her heart. A lifetime of missing each other, half a lifetime of forgetting, and belated reunion is the end of life.
Mature strangers, don't get close to the fireman × gentle and patient elementary school teacher
Intention: Love that doesn't want to let go
