How beautiful the memories of the past are, how sharp the needle turned into by longing is, and how painful it is when it is pierced hard.
He wanted to see her and didn't want to be somewhere without her.
Zhou Wenlin began to think, is there really a god who controls all his past and future?
Can they, who look down on everything, agree to Zhou Wenlin's humble request?
Let him once again stand in front of his wife with his own face.
He exhausted all his strength and hugged her tightly. This time, this time he would never let go.
But all this seems impossible...