Can people who go to the wrong time and space still come back?
Wen Rang has a friend. A very good friend whom I have known since I can remember.
On an ordinary day in high school, he disappeared out of thin air, as if there was no such person in the world.
Everything related to him has been erased or distorted.
Only she remembers him.
Unable to explain, unable to explore, even difficult to believe in my own memory.
In the end, she chose to accept an explanation, perhaps that he traveled to another parallel time and space.
At the beginning of her sophomore year, she went to a concert and met him again.
Memory is a murderous utopia.
It's a gift, but it's also a burden.
It's a blessing and a curse.
After all, that gorgeous sea of bougainvillea flowers was a time and space that she couldn't stop at.
Intention: Move forward with pride, no matter how beautiful the memories are.