A lifetime spans a hundred years, fleeting like a passing steed.
Some live a century in good health, some wander for a lifetime, others remain unsettled, and still more endure a century of hardships.
In the long stupor of her coma, Jiang Muwan had a dream in which she witnessed the intertwining and overlapping of her and Gu Jiangnian's youth.
She was abused, cursed at, and locked in a dark room without seeing the light of day.
Gu Jiangnian was framed, his sister died, and his mother was sent to a psychiatric hospital.
Those past events crisscrossed and played out frame by frame in her mind, looping over and over again.
Over and over, without end.
That day, outside the ICU ward, Gu Jiangnian stood tall, looking through the thick isolation door at Jiang Muwan, who lay inside covered in medical instruments, his whole being trembling so much that it was hard for him to stand.
