Starting My Youth Over After the Breakup Call

The night before my wedding, what I got wasn’t a wedding march but a phone call ending our relationship. “Ye Xiaofeng, we’re not right for each other.” Ten years of loving him and seven years of dating, and this was all I got? I stood on Jiang Bridge, the wind slapping my face like a hand. But Ye Xiaofeng wasn’t some heroine in a romance drama. What good would crying do? And there was no need to jump into the river. I turned around and bought a savory pancake with mixed grains, adding an egg cooked on both sides and crispy crackers. Then some brat who called himself a wizard tossed a die at me Who says a die can’t have a seventh side? When I opened my eyes, I was sixteen again, clutching the sappy love letter I’d planned to give the school heartthrob, Zhu Zhixin. To hell with being lovesick! This time, I was going to study hard, make friends, and love myself. But just after I cut off the long hair I’d been growing for him, the aloof school heartthrob who used to ignore me started hanging around outside my classroom every day. “Ye Xiaofeng, why have you stopped talking to me lately?” “Ye Xiaofeng, let’s study together.” “Ye Xiaofeng, I want to see you.” …Dude, who are you? Even more absurdly, my top-student deskmate started highlighting key points for me, a shy younger guy with puppy-dog energy kept asking me to play basketball, a biker from outside school showed up to repay a favor, and a rich young master made his entrance by giving me flowers Wait, did someone give me the wrong script? But the brat warned me: if I didn’t personally return the feelings of the people whose lives had changed because of me, they would disappear. And the person who owed me an answer in my previous life was waiting behind me, hoping I would turn around. This time, I don’t want to run away anymore.