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In the bleak world, Gu Xinglan wandered alone, loneliness following him like a shadow. Until Tang Zhuo appeared, she was so public and enthusiastic, like the scorching sun, like a raging fire, so bright that it was almost unreal, but she broke into Gu Xinglan's world and became the beam of light that dispelled the gloom. Gu Xinglan always believed that his encounter with Tang Zhuo was a foreshadowing carefully laid by fate. Once, Tang Zhuo's company was the only bright color in his gloomy life; later, Tang Zhuo left, and he struggled to grow up in loneliness, with pain and confusion in every step. Many years later, Tang Zhuo returns, and the gears of fate turn again. At the moment of reunion, the past and present collide fiercely, and dusty memories are reawakened. Their story is a transformation of growth, a poem of redemption, and an unforgettable love bound by fate.

In an era of highly advanced technology but hidden darkness, mysterious laboratories secretly capture children and conduct inhumane human experiments in an attempt to create "perfect humans" with superpowers. An unexpected explosion, like a hideous scar, tore open the dark sky of the underground laboratory. Xu Lanzhou hugged the girl whose eyes were bleeding tightly and fell in the turbulence of space. Twelve years of time, like a white horse passing by. She transformed into a perfumer, using her phantom pupils as blades to quietly modify the memories of every snoop, burying the secrets deeply. At the end of the fragrance museum filled with fragrant fragrance at the end of the alley, there is a secret code leading to the past. Every wisp of fragrance is a thread of memory, entwined with those fragments that have been dusted by time. And he seems to be wandering casually in the gray area, but in fact he secretly formed a secret organization, used his powers to accurately cut off the nerve agent transportation chain of the laboratory, and secretly fought against the laboratory. They are test subjects deprived of their names, hunters and prey hiding in the shadows of the city. --How many memories do you have to tamper with before you can hide the sentence "I have never forgotten" --The glass bottle is broken, and what flows out is not the perfume, but the coordinates of memory.