The evening breeze on October 17th will always turn cold at 6:20 in the evening.
Seventeen-year-old Cheng Yu has a life that others envy: a harmonious family, stable years, and no cracks in his youth. But a sense of weirdness follows her like a shadow - I can't write a composition about regrets, my mother's body occasionally flashes with lines like a broken screen, my best friend Meng Shu always avoids his profile, and every autumn wind carries the smell of moldy old paper.
All perfection is a carefully woven dream. This beautiful world with constant temperature is the backup human world that Meng Shu built at the cost of his soul and lifespan.
After two hundred and seventeen reincarnations restarted, she carried the truth of death alone, stripped away the painful memories of her lover with her own hands, guarded their past, and watched the world return to zero over and over again. The false warmth will eventually collapse. When the system prompts resound throughout the world, the false paradise falls apart. On one side is Cheng Yu who has dissipated, and on the other side is Meng Shu who is trapped in memories and forever lonely.
Perfection is fake, only obsession is so real that it hurts my heart.
Intention: Obsession builds a false paradise, love uses reincarnation as a sacrifice, and sober people guard endless loss and loneliness.