1937: She Has Been Waiting for Me for Fifteen Years

My name is Wen Zhao, an 18th-tier screenwriter who can hardly afford to pay the rent. In order to write a script about a famous actress from the Republic of China, I went to the archives. I found an old photo from 1945. The woman in the photo looked exactly like me. On the back it says: "Photographed by Wen Zhao personally." The moment my fingertips touched the photo, I traveled to 1937. Her name is Song Xiaodie, the most popular actress in Shanghai. He was sold into a theater troupe at the age of eight, appeared on stage at the age of twelve, and died in a "judgment suicide" at the age of twenty-five. The last page of her diary read: "She came today. I finally waited for her." The date was the day before her death. Every time you travel through time, the photo fades a little. The curator said that I was the third time traveler, and the first two died in the Republic of China. But I don't care. She has been seeing me in her dreams since she was eight years old and has been waiting for fifteen years. She built a wall and built a place for me to hide my things since I was twelve. She was waiting for me, not waiting for someone to save her. She is waiting for someone to live for her. And this is the first time that I, a screenwriter who can't even pay the rent, see it through other people's eyes - it turns out that I am not a loser. I have someone waiting for me. When the photos were about to fade and I had to choose between returning to modern times or staying in 1937 forever, what I was thinking was - What should I do if she really exists.