[Dislocation of Time and Space + Reunion + Suspense] On the day when I was filming Centennial Tide, I was trapped in the lighthouse for three hours by a strange blue fog. When I woke up, my phone showed 2008, but the world was already 2023 - grandma was gone, the house was demolished, and even the ID card became an antique!
When I was desperate, I called the only number I remembered. The boy who once said he would guard the lighthouse with me until we grow old has now become an architect in a suit and tie.
He looked at me, with emotions I couldn't understand surging in his eyes: "Lin Wanxing, you have been missing for fifteen years."
I thought it was just a time and space confusion, but on his easel, I saw the same sketch of a lighthouse that I had.
What's hidden behind the fog? Why does he keep guarding the house by the sea? And who stole the fifteen years I lost?
