Soul Exchange: 40-Year-Old Epileptic Mother Goes Crazy on Campus

She remembered that day, Sakura was going crazy. The entire school road was bent by pink and white clouds. When he turned around, the petals fell into his collar. He said: "I am chasing time and coming just for you. Do you believe it?" She believed it. Because there is light behind him. Then the light went out. The sound of brakes at an intersection on a rainy October night. She knelt outside the ICU door and listened to the doctor say "resuscitation is futile" three times. Holding his shirt in his hand, the cherry blossoms were soaked in blood and turned dark red. She thought this was the end. Eighteen years later, she heard footsteps at the end of the library corridor. Looking back, I saw him standing by the window - wearing that shirt, the blood was dried, but his eyes were still that of a boy talking nonsense under the cherry blossom tree. "Time should not be the reason for us to separate." She reached out and ran her fingertips through his body. But he felt the tears falling on his hands. Later she discovered that she could see him by walking alone to the place where they first met at night when the cherry blossoms were withering. He taught her how to be a "time stowaway". She learned to be pious. Until he gradually becomes transparent. "Time is punishing me," he said with a smile. "Those who cross the border illegally must pay a price." She finally understood that he was trading himself for a reunion with her. The next night when the cherry blossoms were falling, she used the method he taught to find time and space and walked towards him. "Let me pay the price for you." Sakura went crazy again. This time, the wind was filled with tears and an obsession that refused to admit defeat.