[Republic of China Sadomasochism + Modern Pursuit] The inexplicable scar on the palm of the seventeen-year-old, the familiar touch when repairing ancient books, with the appearance of the rouge box, the memory fragments began to be pieced together crazily.
In the aftermath of the war, she restored bit by bit the last persistence of the man who said he would take her to see the snow in Beiping...
She whispered into the void: "I found all the secrets." And in the drizzle, the young man in white holding an oil-paper umbrella was walking through time and space, carrying the promise that spanned eighty years - "A-Nian, I will wait for you this time."
