You Still Love Your First Love? I’ll Marry My Senior in a Flash, and You’ll Regret It

On that early morning, as dawn’s first light barely touched the sky, she stood alone by the window, gazing at the mountain peaks layered in the distance. An indescribable passion and yearning surged within her. It was as if she had transmigrated through the mists of time and witnessed with her own eyes the day in the future when she would stand proudly atop her dreams, bathed in the glow of victory.