"What do you want in exchange?"
On a rainy night, desperate Jiang Yuwei broke into a barber shop with lights on.
The barber with short silver-white hair has seven earrings, his face looks like an elf, and the scars on his fingertips are like the marks of time.
She cut off her long hair, but trimmed her confusion.
"Time is different for me." Chiye said, "I live in a cycle, and every time I go back, I need to exchange."
"The first admission ticket is the thing you cherish most."
"What about the end?" She asked.
"In the end, you will have nothing, but you still have to choose."
All concrete things will dissipate into shadows, and only the "now" leads to the future.
"Later I realized that what she cut off was never the hair, but the yesterday that we dare not look at directly."
"And every ear piercing I get is a door to the future."
Time will peel off everything, but some bonds cannot even be taken away.
Purpose: This is a story about exchange, growth and relay, dedicated to all those who guard the glimmer of light in time