On x, x, x, 20xx, a female named Wen Wan traveled through time.
You asked her how she got there? "I don't know..." (Confused face
They say life is like a dream, and she really fell into a dream.
There was a man in the dream, with a little glimmer in his eyes like stars.
Like a person in a painting.
She didn't know who those slender eyes saw through her.
I didn't hear the man sigh lightly.
"You are not her."
One year the plane trees were in full bloom, and the flowers in their leaves were fragrant. Her hair was dyed with rain, snow, wind and frost, and she was sitting on a wicker chair. His dry hands stroked her granddaughter's soft hair,
"He, his surname is Shen."
With a smile on her lips, she slowly closed her eyes.
Please note before entering the trap: the heroine of this article is just a passerby with a different brain circuit than ordinary people.
As for time travel... It was an accident cough cough