Mo Zhengsi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He was in a strange environment and a strange bed. The picture that came to his mind was that he had been in a car accident, and the sounds of police cars and ambulances could be heard in his ears. The memory was fragmented here. Is he dead? There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice: Masaki, are you up? It's time to go filming. Mo Zhengsi's mind was in confusion now. He stood up and observed the surrounding environment. It was not his room or the hospital. Mo Zhengsi said to the door: "Come right away." He opened the closet, randomly selected a sweatshirt, and put on a pair of ripped pants. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt a strange feeling. The person in the mirror looked like himself, but the tail of the person's eyes was more slender, giving him a cold feeling.
Concept: love story
