"You stand in front of me, but through you I love a dead soul."
Three years after the death of her first boyfriend, Lin Jiachen, art curator Yan Shuyao met lighting designer Zhou Jingyang, who looked very similar to him. A game of stand-in in the name of "professional cooperation" began - she took him to the same cafe, gave him a similar shirt, and asked him to pose in the memory in a specific light.
Zhou Jingyang knew that there was someone else's shadow hidden in this love, but he still fell hopelessly. When he finally found Lin Jiachen's photo in the drawer, and when someone blurted out his name by mistake at the gallery opening, the avatar and the illusion collapsed.
"Who am I?" Zhou Jingyang asked with red eyes, "When you look at me, who do you see?"
How will this relationship that started as a substitution eventually find its way back between reality and illusion? When a lighting designer meets an obsessive curator, the most painful love often begins with wrong projection, and the truest redemption may lie in the simple proposition of "seeing the real you".
Intention: Once the prelude sounds, that is the beginning of our story