She sprints through the rainy night, her heart aching, and remembers dying in her previous life just five hundred meters from Lu Yanwen's home. Being reborn gives her enough time to run a little farther, climb the wall, and tumble into the back garden. She pushes open the bedroom door on the second floor. Liquor bottles litter the floor, and Lu Yanwen is slumped on the sofa, looking at her with drunken eyes and a smile. “You ran away from your wedding, so what are you doing here?” Jiang Li trembles all over. Throughout their three years of high school, she secretly watched his back every day. The love letter she wrote at graduation sank without a trace, and all she got in return was a cold note: “Stop bothering me.” She thought he hated her. But now, this man is so drunk that he keeps murmuring, “Jiang Li, don't go.” She throws herself into his arms and asks through tears, “Why did you tell me to stop bothering you back then?” Lu Yanwen's eyes fly open. “When did I ever...”
