At the age of 27, I had another hangover six months after falling out of love.
It's like I'm back to having a boyfriend again.
Then he lost his memory after drinking, and when he woke up, he found himself at the scene of the tragic death of his ex's new girlfriend;
All the evidence points to me as the murderer;
I didn't even dare to step on ants, but I killed my love rival in amnesia?
When the police came to my door, I decided to run away and resisted arrest.
From now on, I will ask others in this city what I did - investigate what I did when I lost my memory; I will also escape from the police's capture and the frame-up of my ex.
The old boyfriend's love for life and death has disappeared.
Well, that's fine, let's see: who has done good deeds in the front, and who has done evil in the back?
In the end, there can only be one murderer, either you who are sleepless or me who is hungover!
And new feelings are slowly born during the escape...