The figure in the dream is hard to grasp but hard to reach; the afternoon sun is warm but dazzling. The memories fell into fragments, and the edges and corners scratched his hands, but he picked them up piece by piece like treasures. I shouted, I called, but he ignored me.
In the haze, I saw him slowly walking towards me, but unfortunately, he could no longer...
But he said maybe doing it again could rewrite our story.
So the fragments of memory were gradually pieced together, and our story had just begun.
This article uses a dual perspective narrative to tell the story of the male protagonist and the female protagonist.
Intention: In another time and space, can I save you?
