When she came, she borrowed my identity and became everyone's white moonlight. When I returned, I became an incompatible substitute in my own life.
Relatives were abandoned, loved ones were betrayed, and even I began to wonder if I should not wake up.
When despair filled my throat, I realized that the coldest thing in the world is not the dove's nest occupied by the time traveler, but the strange and cold eyes of your loved ones when they look at you.
