I had only seen the word time travel in my sister's various erotic novels and romance novels, but I never thought it would happen to me. Even if it happened to me, I never thought that I would become a hawker selling steamed buns for a living. Even if I became a hawker, I never thought that I would fall in love with someone and never recover from it. But he seems to be a cloud in the sky, a fish in the sea, a composite of the best things in all things. He can belong to the sky, the sea, and all things in the world, but he will never belong to himself.