As the plane plunged into the sea, Li Xi's final words to Cheng Ruo were: “Live well for me.”
Cheng Ruo lived. For eight whole years, he lived like an empty shell.
He took charge of Weiruo and cared for the Li family, turning himself into a reflection of Li Xi. Everyone said President Cheng was as cold as ice. Only he knew that every night, he would light a lamp in the bamboo grove cottage and wait for someone who would never come back.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the first day of university. On the basketball court, twenty-year-old Li Xi looked down at him with a frown. “Cheng Ruo, is that all you've got?”
In that moment, Cheng Ruo didn't think at all. He rushed forward and hugged the man he'd wronged for an entire lifetime in his previous life, holding him tight in front of the whole department.
But what he never expected was that Li Xi had come back too.
“Cheng Ruo, you owed me in our last life. How are you going to pay me back in this one?”
“With this life, the next, and every life after that.”
