In her previous life, the Bei sisters interfered at every turn, demanding both money and people, until Chi An died in despair.
Jiang Lin couldn’t accept the news of Chi An’s death and secretly investigated. The irony was that, without realizing it, she herself had helped drive Chi An to ruin.
Given another chance, Jiang Lin meets Chi An at sixteen.
The timing is earlier, but matters of the heart still come down to fate.
That night, hiding from their teacher, the two leaned against the door of an empty classroom, their hands clasped tightly together.
“Jiang Lin.” “Hm?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to say your name.”
A minute passed.
“Jiang Lin, are you going to lay your cards on the table?” “What else would I do?”
“Jiang Lin, we can’t be together.” Her voice was soft, slow yet clear, each word striking the tenderest place in Jiang Lin’s heart.
The May breeze was gentle, the moon hung in the sky, and they ran and followed one another all the way, forever on different wavelengths.
Later, she said, “Jiang Lin, the person who loves you will love you thousands upon thousands of times.”
Later still, she said, “Jiang Lin, let’s go our separate ways.”
