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Su Xing sat on the balcony, holding a business card tightly in his hand. "Luo Zixi, associate professor of the Department of Architecture, Slog University." Thirteen years ago, the last time I saw him was in an alley in Jiangnan. Thirteen years later, they met unexpectedly in a corner of the North Pole of the earth. Unexpectedly, when Su Xing saw this name again, his heart was still confused, and he was frightened and lost. She poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. Memory is also like this old and thick wine. You don't feel it when it enters your throat, but after drinking it, you feel full and unable to breathe. The nightmare that happened on a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River thirteen years ago also spreads over the mountains and ridges to the ends of the earth. . . The midnight sun hangs over the horizon. Can the happiest land in the world really swallow up the sorrows of the world? Can this eternal light really drive away the darkness in the world?

Ten years ago, they first set foot at Changi Airport. At an ignorant age, what they wanted in their minds was to escape immediately after fulfilling the "ten-year contract". But the moment they were struck by the arrow of fate, it was destined that half of them would stay in their hometown and the other half would wander in Southeast Asia. Ten years later, their steps were confused again. Ten years of time finally tied themselves to the place they wanted to escape from. Ten years of struggle bloomed their youth, but also trapped themselves. Can you still see clearly the vision of time after washing away the lead and passing through all the waves of calamity? Can you return to your original intention after Nirvana and rebirth? What happened in ten years?