In her last life, Lin Wan lived like a disciplined piece of wood.
Wearing school uniforms must be buttoned to the top button, and speaking softly as if afraid of disturbing the air. Even if you like someone, you can only fold your love letters into paper airplanes and quietly throw them into his schoolbag in the crowd after school, without even having the courage to look up at him.
The result?
I have been labeled a good girl for eighteen years, but in exchange for my parents saying "Girls should live in peace", my crush holding hands with the bright and cheerful girl from the next class, and myself disappearing silently like a speck of dust in an accident.
When she opened her eyes again, Lin Wan found herself back in the summer when she was sixteen.
The cicadas were chirping noisily, and the sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the desks. The teacher on the podium was still reading a boring text, and in the belly of her desk lay an unsent love letter written to Jiang Yi, the school sweetheart.
This time, Lin Wan slowly took out the love letter, cut open the envelope with her beautiful nails in front of the classmates in the front row, and then threw it lightly into the trash can.
The boy in the front row turned back in surprise: "Lin Wan, you..."
She raised her eyes, curved her lips and smiled, with a bit of careless cunning in her eyes, like a little fox who had just stolen some candy: "If it's not good, rewrite it."
From that day on, everyone discovered that Lin Wan had changed.
She no longer always wore washed white school uniforms, and occasionally put on a floral dress. When the skirt swept across the corridor, it carried a faint fragrance of gardenia; she began to dare to look directly into Jiang Yi's eyes, and would look lazily when he was surrounded by girls.
