Who I am?
Shen Zhiwei has been asking himself this question for ten years.
Shen Zhiwei couldn't remember anything before the age of eighteen. It was as if a knife had neatly cut her life into two parts - the first eighteen years were a blank, and the last ten years were what she had tried to live up to.
But that blank space has never really been blank.
It will visit late at night and turn into a dream. The dream was pitch black, with the salty smell of the sea breeze, the sweet smell of rust, and a voice calling her in the darkness, as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against glass——
Xiaoqi... Xiaoqi...
Shen Zhiwei didn't know who that voice was, or who "Xiao Qi" was. She only knew that every time she heard that name, her heart would hurt, very painful.
That kind of pain seemed to tell her that she had lost something very important.
That kind of pain seemed to remind her that someone was waiting for her, waiting for a long, long time.
In the past ten years, Shen Zhiwei has checked countless files, found countless people, and asked countless questions, but the answer is always the same: No such person has been found. Unidentified. Source unknown.
Shen Zhiwei thought he would never know the answer in this life.
Until that day, that man broke into her consulting room.
He pinched her neck and asked her with red eyes: "Where have you been? I have been looking for you for ten years - do you know that I have been looking for you for ten years..."
[This is a two-way forgotten redemption]
[I am looking for you at the end of time, but you stand at the beginning of time and ask me "Who are you?"]
Concept: Everyone is looking for themselves. Who you are is not defined by your past, but by your choices.