Xu Huai is a writer who has written many affectionate and dedicated male protagonists, and each of his books has been a hit.
Readers say that the male protagonists in his novels are simply the ideal type, even the little moves of his lovers are exactly the same.
In fact, they don't know that he is just writing about the same person.
A large chunk of Xu Huai's memory was missing, and there was only a pair of fuzzy hands in his mind. Those hands had clear joints and a reassuring warmth. They once warmed his hands that were red from the cold, and also gently touched the corners of his eyes.
With this vague sense of touch, he traced his outline over and over again in the book.
Those hands had led him through the long years, and it was a spring that he could never forget in his subconscious.
Later, he met Shen Zihan.
When Shen Zihan naturally took his hand and warmed his cold fingers, Xu Huai's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
That familiar and reassuring feeling was exactly the same as what he wrote in his book.
"Did we ever know each other?"
"Maybe"
Intention: You have forgotten me, but love will not