"There are no accidents in the world, only necessity!"
It has been a hundred years since Jun Xun stepped into the Dimensional Witch's Wish Shop on April 1st. The boy abandoned by time still has the same facial features as before, while all the people around him have grown old and died. Only their descendants accompany the lonely magician...
"Mr. April 1st."
The slender girl wearing a school uniform pushed open the paper door, and the moonlight reflected on her long black slightly curly hair, like gold sand.
The shop owner stopped playing the shamisen in his hand and looked back, his smile was like a dream.
"Xiao Kong..."
"You and your grandmother are really very similar."
From then on, the fate line belonging to the sky on May 7 gradually extended.