With each cycle, the time I can keep you is halved.
Whenever Shen Zhao fell asleep, he would fall into the old teaching building full of cracks.
On the walls with peeling green paint, the wall clock at the corner of the corridor always stops at 3:15. The crowds of people in school uniforms always disperse like puppets on strings. The boy who always appears at the top of the stairs wears a cinnabar bracelet on his wrist that exactly matches the one in his memory.
When the last countdown started in the ward, the tooth marks on Chen Yu's neck and the electronic watch that kept broadcasting the time were both hot.
This time, Shen Zhao tore off the opponent's cinnabar bracelet - at the 0.01 Second before time was annihilated, he burned a kiss on the old scar on the inside of Chen Yu's wrist...
Shen Zhao×Chen Yu
Self-cutting of leg meat. The writing is terrible. Please spray it lightly.
Concept: Pain is the anchor of memory, and love is the coordinate of reversing time.