"Jiang Sheng, when my hair grows to my waist, will you marry me?"
There are thousands of floating worlds, but there are only three: the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, and you in the dream. The moon can be asked for, and the flowers can be obtained, but you can't get it if you ask for it. In the end, since ancient times, there is only so much passion and hatred. Good dreams are the easiest to wake up from. We say goodbye and never see each other again. Finally, we spend the spring and autumn alone.
Intent: Mainly focused on time travel, a little bit sadistic