Requiem of Time

"Did you know? Time doesn't actually exist," Lü Buhui said calmly to the person in front of him.

"What makes you say that?" The psychologist opened his hands.

"Do you want me to prove it? If so, I'll have to tell you some things about your private life. Forgive me for the intrusion."

"Go ahead." The psychologist gestured for him to continue.

Lü Buhui nodded and spoke slowly:

"Time isn't a river. It's countless transparent sheets of film stacked on top of one another.

"As long as you find the right point..." Lü Buhui murmured, shifting his gaze to the window...