A life of indulgence is nothing but a fleeting dream.

She thought she had buried her past in the misty hills of Guizhou. But his name—Anan—echoed like her first love, impossible to forget. That brief encounter, that quiet detour, became the only moment that truly mattered.

Months later, on a road paved with longing, Cheng Yun called out his name with startling clarity. The man who once chased her across the Wind and Rain Bridge had returned—not just to find her, but to rescue her from the numbness of survival.

“I came to find you. I’ll take you back. Coming with me is the end.”

In a world dulled by routine and regret, he was the only vivid color. And she, the woman who had forgotten how to feel, was about to remember everything.