The dim shadow of the lamp flickered, shining under the dark night sky, faintly threatening to go out. So, I turned around and went into the house, took out the scissors and carefully cut the lanterns, so that the fire would be brighter, the night would be brighter, or... In fact, my heart would be brighter.
It has been a year since I came here, and I have long been accustomed to this kind of life. The hands that once couldn't even sew are now able to embroider decent patterns. However, those twenty years of life cannot be erased so easily. Every time when I dream back at midnight, the clear sight of traffic reminds me that I do not belong to this world...
My name is Liuli, or my current name is Guarjia Liuli. Once... I used to be called Qin Ziyin. That was a name sealed in the depths of my mind, accompanied by memories of waking up and screaming in terror every night. I have never believed in supernatural beings. For me, an atheist, time travel is the greatest irony.
Yes, time travel. One of the most popular fashions at the moment, and one of the things I once despised the most. So now, a year ago to be precise, is all this a punishment for blaspheming this concept? Then God is too cruel.
Just abandon the past like this?
Just accept it now?
Perhaps, some things are destined to be impossible to change from the beginning...
