The rain in Shenzhen always comes back at dusk.
When Shen Sanqing drew the seventh circle in the fog on the school bus glass, he bumped into Wen Yifan who was recreating the path of the typhoon three years ago. In her sketchbook, each car window was marked with the coordinates of light spots in different time and space, and the watch was always frozen at the seven minutes before her mother drowned. When the faded school bus ticket stub suddenly appeared with a date in the future, and a cry for help from parallel time and space came from the secretly recorded tape, he was shocked to realize that this secret love had already been involved in the twisted rift of time and space.
The specimen of the blue morpho butterfly she sent would trigger an hourglass avalanche when it flaps its wings. At dusk, the old lighthouse always looks ten years younger in the mirror reflection. On a rainy night, he received a drift bottle from 2025. In the video, the grown-up Wen Yifan was smiling and waving in the waves, and the electronic clock behind him showed the date of the day they first met.
It turns out that the heartbeat of a seventeen-year-old is the bait of a space-time wormhole, and all the things we pass by are the wreckage of a parallel world. When the tide finally locked the position of the moon, Shen Sanqing pressed the button to end the collapse of space and time at the top of the lighthouse, only to hear his countless summer selves replying in different dimensions: "I still choose to meet you."
——It turned out that the most desperate BE was to look at all the time and space lines and find that none of them could change the ending of her jumping into the sea.
Intent: When the truth becomes the sharpest physical evidence of secret love, every look back across time and space is a gentle rebellion launched by survivors against fate.