The Prosperous Age of Time Travel

In the quiet and somewhat lonely courtyard, a breeze blew by, and the wind chimes under the eaves were gently accompaniment to the wind. An ancient osmanthus tree in the courtyard was also drifting in the wind, its petals fluttering in the wind, and the young man who looked like an immortal from another world was sleeping on the wicker chair under the tree. Under the sunset, everything seemed so dreamlike. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.