"The sparks of the collision between the clock and the past cannot touch the world I want."
"You said you have no regrets. But why do you always dream about the past with tears in your eyes?"
Xu Miao could hardly remember that memory, but every night, when her pillow was soaked with tears, she suddenly realized that she couldn't forget it.
She couldn't forget her.
Intention: Time is cruel, it forces me to move forward.