Jerome died, was reborn, died again, and woke up again. But this time, he found himself lying on a soft sofa, with a pair of hot eyes looking at him, as if looking at his loved ones, but he had never had a loved one. Fanny once had no fixed place, which reflected her name, a free person. But she never liked this wandering life. A man gave her a home and put her helpless heart into a cage. Although he lost his memory and was covered in scars, no one could stop her from loving him.