"I'm your sister!"
"So what."
An "accident" wiped out the past.
After returning, she took her child and approached him without hesitation, but she was not the only one who wanted to approach him.
"You have to know your identity."
"Ha! Identity! What identity? Your kept mistress?"
Is he still "him"? Behind the conspiracy, can she still see his heart clearly?
Finally waking up from the dream, she cried and smiled at her son, "Dad, I will never come back again."
When they said goodbye, she held another man's hand and looked across the crowd, seeing the rage in his eyes.
"Believe it or not, I destroyed him!"
"If you want me to feel guilty and miss him all my life, then just do it!"
How many lives? How many dreams? After many twists and turns, there are many twists and turns.
In the pool of blood, he held her hand, his voice trembling, "Is it still in time?"