Feng Zhengjie is suffering from a lack of inspiration that keeps him from both painting and falling asleep at night. One night, wide awake as always, he sees a woman slide by in front of him. She is faint, indistinct, and both nearby and unreachable all at once. She hovers around him, and appears wherever he goes; the bar, on the street, a coffee shop. He is no longer certain whether the woman is in his head, or whether he is the one in the woman’s head. Soon, his time starts flowing backwards. ...