Lin Nuo was reborn.
She had returned to three years ago, when everything had only just begun.
She didn’t know whether to feel sad or glad.
She was sad that these bustling streets still felt so desolate, yet glad that the memories of her previous life now seemed like nothing more than a nightmare.
Truthfully, she was exhausted. When that drunk driver’s car came toward her, she had felt panic, fear, despair, and regret. But it was too late. At that moment, she missed her mom and dad, and her brothers. She wanted so badly to return to her childhood… Until the very end, she thought, Let it go. We were never meant to be, so don’t hold a grudge. It’s over. Maybe that’s for the best.
After Lin Nuo was unexpectedly killed by a car, Shen Jixiao went mad.
He couldn’t bear to be apart from her.
He locked himself in his room, refusing to eat or drink. He shut out every sound from the outside world, clutching a photograph of Lin Nuo from when she was alive as he sat on the floor beside his bed, motionless day and night, like a lifeless puppet…
Until three days later, in the early hours of the morning on the day of Lin Nuo’s funeral. At her grave, her eldest brother, Lin Feng, finally left. Shen Jixiao quietly came to the grave, still looking like a ghost. But now tears streamed down his face, his lips trembled, and his fingers shook as he carefully traced the photograph on the headstone, as if afraid her face would fade and determined to etch it into his memory.
A moment later, the man crouched down and gently placed the prayer beads he had received years ago in front of the headstone. Parting his lips, he whispered, “Go to her. Protect her well for me!”
Suddenly, the prayer beads snapped. The calm sky instantly filled with dark clouds as fierce winds howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The man was struck and plunged into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, it was three years earlier.
