Over the past few years, she has had a recurring dream: on her wedding day, with a red curtain covering her face, a man held her hand and whispered goodbye in the sky of white snow and red plums. When I wake up, tears always soak the corners of my pillow.
One day, she accidentally opened a photo album of the grassland from decades ago - in the photo, a girl wearing a wreath was tiptoeing to put a wreath on a boy's head. That boy has exactly the same eyes.
Three lives passed by, with different names, but the same scene was missed. This time, she decided not to just wait for a dream to wake up.
Concept: Time and space are obstacles, but love will span thousands of years