Bai Mengyan died in the year she loved Lin Qingxue most.
It was a sunny afternoon. As a runaway car was about to deliver the final blow and seal Lin Qingxue’s death, Bai Mengyan rushed forward and shoved her away, forcing the two of them to trade places between life and death.
With her last breath, Bai Mengyan finally said the words she had long planned to confess: “I love you.” Lin Qingxue fell apart. In that moment, she finally understood her own heart.
She had truly fallen in love with Bai Mengyan.
Everyone said that love between people of the same sex was a forbidden line that must not be crossed.
But she had fallen in love with her anyway.
Four years is one twentieth of the average human lifespan, enough time to erase many memories. But Lin Qingxue could not forget. She would never forget that day, or the blood-soaked body in her arms.
By a twist of fate, Lin Qingxue found Bai Mengyan’s old diary, the one that recorded all their memories together.
As the stars crossed and the sun and moon began anew, the gears of fate started turning again. Lin Qingxue had returned to the first day she met Bai Mengyan. When she saw the figure she had yearned for day and night, she almost lost control.
“Hello, I’m Bai Mengyan. It’s nice to meet you.”
Last time, you pursued me, and we traded places between life and death. This time, let me trade places with you and be the one to pursue you.
“Hello, I’m Lin Qingxue. I look forward to getting along with you.”
