"When you wake up and find yourself transformed into the school sweetheart you've had a crush on for many years?"
On his thirtieth birthday, Lin Luning was dragged back to the summer of seventeenth by a glowing sycamore leaf, but was trapped in the body of school sweetheart Shen Qiwu.
——The crescent birthmark under his shirt is exactly the same as the mark of her lost childhood;
——The faded glass beads in his drawer are engraved with "Ning Ning" which she carved by herself when she was eight years old;
——And the gentleness that occasionally showed under his cold skin was like the childhood sweetheart who disappeared under the sycamore tree on a rainy night.
After traveling through time, she unexpectedly lost her memory.
A surprise reunion with him!
When the memory begins in the midsummer of seventeen years old, what kind of sparks will the two people create?
An oolong body swap revealed the past sealed by the annual rings:
The sycamore tree with "Mumu" and "Ningning" engraved on it, the missing postmark on the transoceanic letter, the time and space key hidden in the glass bead...
When memories fade and reappear due to circuit failures, when the faint blue water of the swimming pool reflects the afterimage of childhood,
They finally discovered——
The meeting at the age of seventeen was the reunion of the thirty-year-old she who traveled through time and ran towards the eight-year-old him for twenty-two years.
Time Travel × Anti-Time Travel
Wutong leaves are letters that travel through time and space.
Time and space reversed, and she was determined to fulfill her past regrets.
"Don't look back, run forward."
The eighteen-year-old boy once shouted these words to her in a thunderstorm,
It became a promise spanning two time and space.
Stars fall at night, listen to the wind and answer questions.
When thirty years pass by, can they untie the knot of fate?
Intent: At the intersection of the rings of time and the gears of destiny, only sincere emotions can crack the memory code. When the green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old, those youthful throbbing sealed by the sycamore leaves will eventually complete self-salvation and two-way travel across time and space in the chirping of cicadas in a midsummer day.