In the mist of time and space woven by the drizzle, a bronze pocket watch quietly opened the dusty bloody memory. As the pawn shop owner caressed the jasper incense burner, as soon as his fingertips touched the watch chain, he was suddenly pulled into the heart-stopping rainy season in the 26th year of the Republic of China - a girl in a moon-white cheongsam, her unfinished vows were engraved on the broken hibiscus window lattice, and eighty years later, the mysterious man returned with traces of bullet holes, and the scars on his wrist surprisingly overlapped with the gun scars from the past.
The reversing hour hand on the dial of the pocket watch disturbs the tranquil water of time and space. The blood-stained silk handkerchief and the crystal clear rain curtain are entangled with each other, weaving a web of fate. The copper bells rang, and the pawn contracts from two eras were prominently displayed on both sides of the counter. They silently told the persistence that spanned a hundred years, how to make the raindrops still in the air, and let the oath penetrate life and death, echoing eternally. When the spring thunder awakened the sleeping earth and the drizzle once again gently touched the bluestone road, this pawn transaction, mortgaged by time, finally ushered in its destined redemption.
