The owner of a bookstore listened to a few young girls in front of the bookshelf next to him enthusiastically discussing a hypothesis he had heard countless times: What would you do if you traveled through time?
A certain bookstore owner rolled his eyes in his mind: Just do what you have to do. . .
A courier with no sender information, a simple and old picture of a house, a speechless time travel...
Looking at the desolate courtyard in front of her that was exactly the same as in the painting, Chu Ranxi turned around and left. Why? Sleep!