The sixteen-year-old Fang Nanzhi lay in the arms of the twenty-six-year-old Liang Zhao and escaped the storms of those years. The eighteen-year-old Liang Zhao told the twenty-five-year-old Fang Nanzhi to get away.
Liang Zhao was very miserable. He had just burned the paper for his deceased grandfather and was about to leave when he saw Liang Zhao engraved on the tombstone next to him.
Liang Zhao: What a coincidence.
Maybe he met a ghost, maybe this Liang Zhao saw that they were destined, Liang Zhao's legs went weak and he woke up as Liang Zhao.
When Liang Zhao found out that he had to raise a douchebag, and this douchebag was the culprit that prevented him from skipping classes in high school.
Liang Zhao: Fate is teasing me like this.
Later Liang Zhao died and became a tombstone in the cemetery.
But the dragster found him again, and it didn't matter whether it was Liang Zhao or Liang Zhao.
Intention: I still recognize you.