Wu Beimo, a student from the Department of Archeology, found a silver pocket watch from the Republic of China when he was sorting out old things in the school history museum. As the hands of the watch moved on their own in the silence, the dreams that had haunted her for many years began to become clear.
Wu Beimo found her grandfather's diary in the attic of her old house. The scrawled records in the diary actually overlapped with the platform she saw every night.
The fifteenth year of the Republic of China was also the year Bingwu.
Qi Huaian, an assistant professor in the School of Liberal Arts, and Wu Beimo, a student, stay with each other in the turbulent situation. The platform was gone, and when I looked up again, there was only the distant whistle.
Wu Beimo pieced together the truth from clues.
When the stopped pocket watch started running again in the spring of Bingwu, when the moon-white cheongsam and half of the photo emerged from the camphor wood box in the attic, when the wear marks on Qi Shen's wrist strap overlapped with the phantom pain in her palms - waiting and forgetting spanning a hundred years finally converged at the crack.
This time, on the river bank where the rain falls during the Qingming Festival, can she clearly see the way he turns around?
Intention: meditate silently