In his previous life, Xu Zhinian staked his entire youth on someone named Wang Yiyu.
He pursued her for twelve years, from school uniforms to wedding gowns, from youthful innocence to exhaustion. He thought it was love, fate, something worth giving up everything for. For her, he skipped class, got into fights, gave up better prospects, and went wherever she wanted. In the end, all he got was a divorce agreement and a diamond ring she took off and left on the table.
“Xu Zhinian, this marriage was a mistake from the start.”
Only then did he understand that some people’s hearts can never be warmed. Give your love to the wrong person, and it’s worth nothing.
After a drunk-driving accident, he opened his eyes in his seventeen-year-old classroom.
The sun was shining, the parasol trees were green, and Mu Kexin was sitting quietly in the fourth row by the window, taking notes. The class monitor who had died in a car accident in his previous life. The girl who always gave up her seat to him when he was made to stand at the back of the room. The girl who slipped three months’ worth of neatly organized revision notes into his desk, even though she hadn’t finished her own.
She was alive.
This time, Xu Zhinian wouldn’t chase Wang Yiyu anymore.
He shook off her advances, refused to get dragged into pointless fights, walked into the classroom, opened his textbook, and told Zhou Kai, “I’m going to Fudan University.”
But the wind won’t stop just because the tree wants to be still. Wang Yiyu began to take an interest in him, Xu Chen Zhong kept pressing him, and trouble erupted both at school and beyond. Amid the chaos of his reborn life, he gradually came to see one thing clearly:
Mu Kexin liked him. She had loved him since his previous life.
“Xu Zhinian, just how good would someone have to be to you before you’d give her something important to you?”
This time, he didn’t want to miss her again.
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