After reading so many time-travel novels, I finally traveled through time today. In this strange era, I have to rely on myself and live for myself. Here I met him, the most important person in my life. I was happy for him and sad for him. All my love was given to him. My love was so cheap in his eyes that he hurt me. . . . . . He is the most important person in my life. Do we really want to treat each other as strangers?