That day, they dug out a branch that shouldn't exist.
The Western Han Dynasty stratum is three meters deep. Any wooden cultural relics that have been buried for two thousand years should have rotted into mud long ago. But the cross-section of this branch is fresh, the ten growth rings are evenly spaced, and the tentacles are warm.
Liu Yihang secretly took it back to school. For no other reason - he always felt like the branch was waiting for him.
Later, he discovered that when the branch touched the wordless "History of Time", real historical data would appear on the pages. When they turn the page that records "regret", they will be pulled into that period of history - possessed by an unknown little person, standing three steps away from the historical scene, watching helplessly as everything slides into the abyss according to the established trajectory.
Ten annual rings. Ten chances.
Liu Yihang wants to correct the regrets of history. Li Shi wants to understand people in regret.
They gave it their all every time. Each time, he failed just when he was about to succeed.
Until one day, Liu Yihang discovered that every time they traveled through time, they would lose a piece of their own memory.
And the name he was most afraid of losing was Li Shi.
