Time Trace Notes

While sorting through my grandfather's belongings, I found his time travel notebook. Write down the time and place, and you can randomly become a passerby of that era. I thought this was a gift from history until I discovered: The family pocket watch contains parts from half a century later; the photos from 1937 gradually became clear before my eyes. My grandfather's note warned me: "Go to Shanghai, seek Mr. Bai, and don't say too much." The first time I traveled through time, in a teahouse in 1934, I was locked by a cold gaze. It turns out that time cannot be taken lightly. Every time he returns, reality is strangely tampered with. When I slightly moved the needle of history to save her in 1937, the shadow of the entire time and space began to rush towards me. This is a race against time, and it is also a cruel defense about love and civilization.