My own mother fed me poison for three years.
Using ideas I gave her, she killed my father, my cousin, and that man's closest friend.
On the night the truth came to light, I fell from the rooftop of a sixty-eight-story building.
Of all the people on the roof, only that man rushed toward me and reached out his hand.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three years earlier.
The cousin I had helped kill was still alive. Rubbing her eyes, she asked if I'd had a nightmare.
And that man appeared before me ahead of time. He remembered nothing, yet kept dreaming at night of a woman falling from a tall building.
"Zhao Yixin, we haven't settled the score yet. You're not allowed to die."
This time, I'll be the one to make amends.
