[Tired of watching substitutes/chasing wives/sadomasochism? Let's do something different——]
She is one hundred and fifty times slower and he is three times faster.
She was holding a sketchbook on the windowsill at three in the morning, and he was typing on the screen of his mobile phone on the rooftop opposite.
It took her forty seconds to say "What's your name?" And he had answered it in 0.3 Seconds.
Only when the two of them stood on the edge of the rooftop at the same time——
Time will "synchronize" briefly.
He called her Lin Wan, and she called him Shen Que.
Twenty-two meters of air is the longest distance between them and the only intersection.
There are 47 times left before the critical point.
The last time, it was only 3 seconds.
3 Seconds, is it enough to say "I love you"?
After the critical point disappeared, he was still standing in the center of the rooftop, folding a paper airplane in his hand and throwing it towards the opposite side.
Planes crashed numerous times, but one landed on her window sill.
"It's windy today. I see you. You're just slow enough for me to catch up."
⭐ Reading reminder:
No abuse of the second male lead, no third party, no amnesia in car accidents.
This is a story about "fast" and "slow" colliding at three o'clock in the morning.
After reading this, you might go to the balcony and take a look at the window on the opposite floor——
What if there are people standing on the rooftop?
