Shen Nian has had the same dream since she was a child - a flash of sword flashed, someone was desperately protecting her in front of her, the fallen back was blurry, but she had tears streaming down her face.
Twenty-five years old, three relationships, three times bruised. A childhood sweetheart's first love was betrayed by her parents' opposition. The person she spent three years chasing was still unable to warm up to her. In the end, all that was left of the vigorous romance was betrayal. After each breakup, the dreams become a little clearer. She vaguely felt that these people had appeared in her previous life - but she remembered some kindnesses, but the other party forgot; she let go of some entanglements, but fate refused to let her go.
Until she returned to her hometown town.
By the window of the community library, an ordinary man was reading a book. The sun fell on him, and her heart skipped a beat - why was that figure from behind so familiar?
He didn't remember the knife he blocked for her in his previous life, but in this life, he quietly waited for her return.
Four lifetimes of love, three lifetimes wasted. Fortunately, I met you in this life.
