[Socially Anxious, Timid, Honest Heroine x Highly Sensitive, Short-Tempered Hero]
Hopscotch.
Jump with both feet in the squares with two spaces.
Hop on one foot in the squares with one space.
One.
Two.
Three.
Seventeen-year-old Lin Nianhuan landed on one foot in the final square. Time and space shifted, and she transmigrated ten years into the future. Looking up, she saw a man standing in the cold wind.
He opened his arms and waited tenderly for her to jump to him. His hands, red from the cold, had been reaching out for who knew how long. The face she remembered as always stern was now wearing an expression so pleading and eager to please.
Ten years later, Jiang Yusheng had everything he had wished for as a boy: wealth and power.
No one dared violate his fragile heart or trample on his dignity anymore. No one knew how wretched his past had been. Yet he stubbornly kept by his side the very person he had always loathed back then, his only link to the past. Seeing her clearly brought back all the pain, and still he refused to let go, even as he bled from holding on to a thorn-covered rose.
When he learned that Lin Nianhuan had lost all her memories after the age of seventeen, he chose to spend the rest of his life burying the harm he had done her beneath tenderness.
Three.
Two.
One.
Seventeen-year-old Lin Nianhuan landed on both feet in the first square, and returned to her original world.
There, Jiang Yusheng had a short fuse and flew into a rage at the slightest provocation. Everyone said he was mentally ill.
Since they were neighbors and she had been asked to look after him, Lin Nianhuan inevitably found herself spending more and more time with Jiang Yusheng.
Lin Nianhuan was timid by nature. Even the slightest bit of gossip, once it reached her ears, echoed in her mind and grew without end.
She was afraid of Jiang Yusheng, afraid of the dark, hollow eye that was always peering at her through the crack in the window.
[Travel between the past and present through a game of hopscotch]
Theme: Say your love out loud
