"In the end, what is left in the memory are always illusory things. Just like when you remember a person, it is often not because of her beauty. Many years later, you forget even her appearance. When you smell her usual perfume and turn around, you only see the backs of thousands of passers-by."
——"Dragon"
Song Jue has an inescapable dream.
In his dreams, he always went back to those nights when he sent Meng Anyu home in high school. The moonlight stretched the boy's back very long, and the girl jumped behind him and stepped on his shadow until she reached the familiar residential building at the end. Meng Anyu smiled and said goodbye to him.
He just stood there, watching the voice-activated lights turn on and off one by one until he reached the ninth floor and then turned around and left.
But he has always had an unanswered question: Goodbye, is it a promise or a farewell?
Seventeen-year-old Meng Anyu couldn't answer him, and twenty-seven-year-old Meng Anyu didn't answer either.
"If I create a world with only today, will you stay here with me?"
"Will there be only autumn there?"
"Yes."
"Will there be a big sea?"
"Yes."
"Will it be just you and me?"
"Yes."
"Great, then when can Song University Master be created?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow then. ^_^"
Intention: Memories