My name is Zise, because I was born in a season of purple blooming. In the blink of an eye, I have spent 19 happy years. As far back as I can remember, I have dreamed of a man in early summer every year. That blurry face always attracts me to get closer. Every time I think I am about to see clearly, I wake up and I can't do it. Although I don't understand, it always comes to my mind. I always thought that time travel was just a fantasy in novels, and I never thought it would actually happen to me. . .