I saw a figure from the back that looked like you, but I forgot that my city doesn't have you.
For seven years, there has never been Xu Jiayan in Chen Ji's city.
That young man who wore a cheap gray and blue shirt, always had mints in his pocket, and had a naughty smile, disappeared into the crowds of Shanghai one dull morning seven years ago, and was never heard from again. Chen Ji stubbornly stayed in this "empty city" and used lines of code to build up the fortress of their dreams - "Creating the Future with Intelligence" until it was on the verge of bankruptcy and crumbling.
Fate played a cruel joke. A figure that looked exactly like him led her to the cafe on the corner. The moment he turned around, a familiar face was engraved with an unfamiliar coldness - Xu Jiayan, CEO of Memory Cloud Technology. A gold-gilt business card and the sentence "You have the wrong person" easily crushed her seven years of searching and unwillingness.
When Xu Jiayan stepped into her turbulent company with a savior-like attitude and an acquisition plan, Chen Ji felt nothing but bone-chilling humiliation. He pushed over the familiar box of cheap mints and whispered, "Chen Ji, let's start over." What responded to him was the torn contract and her tearful determination:
"Mr. Xu, my city has long been without you."
However, the person she thought had completely disappeared, but in the middle of the night when the rain was pouring, he opened her door in a state of embarrassment and wetness.
He was like a trapped animal on the verge of death, his red eyes locked tightly on her, and his trembling palms tightly grasped the cheap and rough couple's keychain from back then.
"Mint candies... What you like..." His hoarse voice was fragmented, with suffocating despair, "These years... I... Buy a box every day..." At the moment when his mind was shocked, Chen Ji's eyes froze - his soaked suit pockets were bulging with colorful and deformed mint candy boxes. And on his hand, which was propped on the edge of the table and turned white by the rain, at the base of his ring finger, there was a clear, old ring mark, deeply ingrained into his flesh like a brand. That trace matched perfectly with the old ring she had locked in the depths of the drawer and collected dust for many years.
That invisible scar was like a silent thunder, shattering the knowledge that Chen Ji had clung to for seven years.
What kind of unknown abyss is buried deep in the heart of that cold and shrewd technological upstart?
Is the truth about leaving without saying goodbye far more cruel than she imagined?
And what secrets are hidden behind the "memory cloud" that are closely related to their past and this mark of flesh and blood?
When old scars are washed away by heavy rain and exposed, when the coolness of mint envelops the smoke of memory,
In a city that she thought had "nothing else" for a long time, a seven-year fog has just begun.
They are trapped in the ruins of the past. Will they be completely buried this time, or will they find their true beating heart from the cold "memory cloud"?
Purpose: Exploring the truth and self-salvation