In the long river of time and space, every heartbeat is a broken echo. She became a "time tracer" and fell into the whirlpool of thousands of worlds - or the war-torn Republic of China, where the eyes of a female student who wielded a pen and blade had the same determination as hers; or the future city of cyberpunk, where the flashing red light of the mechanical prosthetic eyes reflected a lonely face that she did not dare to recognize. There is another "she" in every time and space, dying with unfinished regrets, and those broken soul fragments are waiting to be salvaged. When she pieced together her memories in the blood and neon, she was shocked to realize that all time travels were closed loops of fate - it turned out that what she was trying to save was always the one who gradually disintegrated in the cracks of time. A cross-dimensional self-salvation suddenly kicked off in the wave of retrospection.
