At the age of thirty-six, Lu Xiang died in an old building that caught fire, holding a letter that did not belong to him.
When I opened my eyes, I went back to the third day after the college entrance examination in 2008.
Returning with eighteen years of experience, he thought that what he lacked most was the answer - until he met Su Qingyuan again.
She avoided acquaintances who would harm the Su family in the future, saw the mistakes on his sample pages in advance, and occasionally said words that did not belong to this era; whenever he thought he had caught something, she could always give him a reasonable explanation.
While he was making "telling what an object is" a business, he couldn't help but wonder: Will this girl who seems to know nothing about anything come back from the future?
But he didn't expect that even if two people had seen the future, what they remembered might not be the same truth.
