This is not a story about holding hands and reaching the end of time.
This is the chaos of two people encountering love.
When Zhou Yiyang met Gu Ming again,
Out of politeness, she held out her hand.
Gu Ming gently held the delicate piece of white in front of him,
The familiar touch made his heart stop for three seconds.
Then there was a surge of sadness, and a trace of autumn rain fell.
Intention: Love is like a broken mirror