Ten years are enough to wash away all traces of youth. Zhou Yuanchuan, the former favored son of heaven, has long lost all his aura under the huge shadow of his parents' death, leaving only a cold desolation in his heart. He just hopes to deal with all the affairs of his father's inheritance and escape completely.
But at the most inconspicuous moment, fate pushed him back to the city ten years ago and in front of a name he had almost forgotten - Xia Ying. She was like a disappearing shadow in the old building he was about to clear out, her eyes as empty as his own reflection in the mirror.
"The company needs an archivist" was an olive branch he threw out that he didn't even think about deeply. He saw her numbness, her dilemma, and the solidified scar on her wrist - a silent testimony that resonated coldly and irresistibly with the deeper mark under his sleeve.
They are two planets that have been hammered by fate on different trajectories, running in their own dead orbits. After the unexpected reunion, there was no deliberate approach, no spark of passion, only the quiet air in the archives room, and repeated wordless brushes. Until the eve of his departure, an opportunity called "Start Again" about distant Northern Europe was like a beam of light thrown into the deep sea, illuminating each other's lonely voyage.
This is not a story about redemption, but how two scarred souls, in quiet despair, approached silently, reconstructed the possibility of life in silence, and found a new continent in another corner of the world that allowed them to coexist quietly, and even--perhaps--allowed love and hope to surge quietly like deep currents under still water.
Intention: This is not a story about redemption, but how two scarred souls approach silently in quiet despair and reconstruct the possibility of life in silence.