Lu Zhouyang died three days after the college entrance exam results were announced.
That morning, he had just finished being interviewed by reporters after ranking first in science across the entire province. Everyone was talking about the promising young man with such a bright future.
That afternoon, he jumped from the roof of his own home.
At the funeral, Xia Yuhuai learned for the first time that Lu Zhouyang, who always smiled, excelled in school, and seemed not to care about anything, had countless scars hidden on his hands.
And Xia Yuhuai had known Lu Zhouyang for exactly three years.
Yet he had never truly known him.
That day, Xia Yuhuai had a dream.
When he woke, he was back in his second year of high school.
There was still time to change everything.
His father's control, the fractures in his family, the wounds no one knew about...
Drawing on the memories of his previous life, Xia Yuhuai tried to steer Lu Zhouyang away from every turning point that had led him toward death.
But he soon realized...
Some things could be changed.
And some things, once changed, would happen again in another form.
The harder he tried to correct the past, the more unrecognizable the future he remembered became.
Until one day, even the ending he had been certain of began to seem impossible to predict.
And the person he was supposed to save finally noticed something was wrong.
"Xia Yuhuai."
"Did you... know me before?"
Xia Yuhuai was silent for a long time.
Later, Lu Zhouyang smiled and didn't press him.
"It's okay."
"I think I dreamed about you, too."
If fate is an equation that cannot be reversed,
then this time, I want to answer it all over again.
