"I can predict a thousand ways you will die, but I can't predict the probability of falling in love."
For every millimeter the ice flower at the end of Su Ling's eyes grows, it can predict death for seven more days. When a man with a double death notice appears in a convenience store, she discovers that the scar on the pianist's left hand can rewrite the countdown to her genetic collapse - at the cost of every time she saves him, someone she loved will disappear from the world.
"If you want to correct the timeline, let me be your only observer." When he stabbed the quantum rose into his heart, the stars in the entire universe collapsed in her eyes.
Intention: When quantum mechanics declares that the probability of love is zero, I will still choose to risk my life for the error of my heartbeat.