Many people are destined to meet, miss, and disappear... Now, what about us? After endless reincarnations, I met you. In the corridor of time, whose laughter disappeared...
Memory is like quicksand, it flows away quietly without waiting for your reaction. When you react and follow it, it has been mixed with the surrounding sand and cannot be found. The only clue is the part held by others, but what belongs to others will never belong to you. What you have is just like passing, but it will never become the part that left you. It's like a piece of crystal. If it's broken and one piece is missing, you have to find something to make up for it. Even if it's like before, what can be made up for can never become a flawless whole with the whole. Time is cruel, no matter how frantically you search for it after losing it, the fragments of memory will never come back. They are buried together with the lost time in the unfathomable past. The door of the past will never be opened by humans. We can only see the long past through the cracks in the iron gate. Unfortunately, I couldn't catch it. What about... Me? All the forgotten past was filled together with the hole in the body. But it is so sad...
——Taya Zibuki
Note: See the introduction in the introduction for details.
Then... It will be very late when Xiaobai appears...[Wangtian