"Who am I?"
When Shen Chongxi woke up, he was delving into this question. Who is he and who is Xiao Yunpu?
Why did he lose his memory?
Questions come one after another, leaving only time to answer them
Shen Chongxi didn't understand why the rain in midsummer that year was so sour, and whether his lover would come back to him.
"Xiao Yunpu, have you seen dandelions this year?"
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."
——"The Sunset Is Infinitely Beautiful" Eason Chan
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