"If one day I leave without saying goodbye, please forget me."
Because of a mobile phone, I accidentally traveled to Shanghai in the 1930s, where people were unpredictable and smoke was everywhere. I was supposed to be a spectator of the play with a cold eye, but I was already a character in the play, and living here seemed to be a luxury.
If the way back is the way forward, are you willing to live an ignoble existence in the turbulent years when wars are raging and mountains and rivers are broken?
The trick of fate is not to bring me here, but to arrange for me to meet you