Ji Zhaoning has two dreams: to be a writer and to travel around the world.
Li Yanheng has only one dream: let her pursue those two dreams without any distractions.
When they were twenty, they lived in a 40-square-meter rental house.
He gets up at six o'clock every morning to fry soft-boiled eggs for her and calls her "Zhao Ning, wake up."
She saved up all her royalties and secretly wrote on the last page of her bankbook: "I'm going to Iceland in the winter. I'll go with you."
Later, his career grew bigger and bigger, and women with different perfumes began to appear around him.
She smiled and said it didn't matter, but one late night she turned her back and swallowed her tears into the pillow.
"Let's separate."
"Okay. You go."
At the age of twenty-three, she started traveling around the world with her backpack on her back.
He stayed where he was, took the company public, put money into her card every month, and arranged for people to look after her secretly in every country she went to.
He didn't dare to disturb her, and just stayed silent for a long time under every photo on her social account.
Later she met Jiang Xiao at the ski resort.
He has the same face as Li Yanheng when he was young, and his smile is loud and enthusiastic, like a ball of fire.
She walked forward in confusion: "Can you add your contact information?"
She thought she was just looking for a stand-in.
Until Jiang Xiao stood across the street holding a ring and walked towards her with a smile——
An out-of-control truck smashed everything into pieces.
She opened the coffin to see him one last time.
It's empty inside.
In Li Yanheng's study, there is a Buddha statue. Behind the Buddha statue is a thick stack of "Rebirth Mantra" with Jiang Xiao's name written on the top.
"I just wanted to scare him..." He said with red eyes, "I didn't want to kill him."
She looked at him and suddenly remembered that in the summer when she was twenty, he climbed over the wall and went out to buy medicine for her. When he came back, his hair was stained with snow and his hands were red from the cold.
It turned out that for so many years, he had been the one who loved her clumsily.
She walked 80,000 miles, and when she turned back, he was still in the dimly lit place.
Intention: True love is not possession, nor sacrifice. Even if you have traveled thousands of miles, I will still be where you are when you look back, but I have learned to reach out and hug you.