On the verge of widowhood

At this moment, the clock in the store struck twelve, with a long aftertaste.

At the last moment, countless golden gold foils bearing images fell from the sky like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

Then it rolled towards him as if consciously, forming a golden vortex to rotate him around the center. At this moment, the time seemed to be infinitely elongated so that he could clearly see the content of each piece.

He is cooking.

He works at his desk.

He watches TV at home.

He was smiling at something.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, fast asleep.

He walked through the fallen leaves all over the ground and looked up at the flock of pigeons flying by in the sky.

There was even the kiss he gave while sitting on Bai Zi's lap from a third-person perspective.

Every moment he intercepted from the past was his own.