The person I loved most left me without warning. Even a final goodbye became too much to hope for, and I drifted through life, lost in endless regret. But when the morning light came through the curtains, I saw your familiar figure. The calendar on the wall clearly showed the year you were still here. So transmigration isn’t just something from a novel. Fate took pity on me and gave me another chance to love you. In this life, I’ll hold you close before it’s too late, and turn all the things I never got to say into years and years of being by your side.
