I was reborn, returning to our teenage years alongside my childhood friend, who had autism.
This time, Ning Zhiyuan pulled his hand away from mine, awkwardly bought some flowers, and gave them to Lin Jingshu, the little sun in his heart.
It was because Lin Jingshu was always making dirty jokes to tease him.
After being teased so often, he suddenly had an epiphany and decided he was cured.
In my previous life, I cared for him devotedly for more than ten years before he learned to express what he liked and disliked.
I never expected him to use his most offhand and cruelest words on me:
“You’re so annoying. She’s much more likable...”
Looking down from a great height, I saw the girl and boy embracing below. She took the lead, while he shyly tried to dodge her.
Maybe this was for the best.
I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life looking after a patient, either.
