“Wait… the face...oh my goodness... isn't this Romeo? Am I dreaming, or was I just hit by a car and killed? ”Judy muttered to herself. To prove that she was indeed dreaming, she even pinched her thigh hard and said, “Ouch... How could this dream even be so real in terms of pain sensation?” “What's the matter with you?” the man asked softly, looking down at Judy's eyes. His coat exuded the charming smell of perfume. Judy stared at the man, her heart beating as if it had stopped. This face was a hundred times more handsome than she could imagine. “Am I dreaming or am I already dead? ”She adjusted her breathing to ask. “Neither, I guess.” Judy spent several minutes organizing her chaotic thoughts and then slowly blurted out a question: “What year is this?” Hearing this question, the man looked puzzled first, and the next second he burst out laughing and said: “It seems like you're starving. It’s 1988, obviously and it can’t be 2020, right?” “What? 1988? ”Judy was shocked and then slapped herself even harder. The pain in her face was so real, and even her eardrums were slightly shaken by the slap, which couldn't be faked. Did I... travel through time? ”She thought to herself.