Jia Shiting has a twisted gift: whenever his superstar life is on the verge of collapse due to self-indulgence, time will throw him back to the age of sixteen, backstage where he first laid eyes on Samantha. The first eleven times, he tried to revise this world-famous love into a perfect fairy tale, but only made the controversy more intense and the scars deeper. It wasn't until the twelfth time that he finally realized that the problem was never how to "get" her, but the arrogant, lost self who could only love in destructive ways.
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The air was thick and thick, mixed with the sweetness of hairspray and perfume. Samantha was leaning against the wall, drinking water, her neck glistening with sweat.
Jia Shiting walked out of the shadows, her face still looked like a sixteen-year-old, but her eyes were filled with decades of fatigue and some sharp pain. "You know what's going to happen next? According to the script, I'm going to take away your water, say some stupid, self-righteous things to you, and we're going to have our first kiss in the corner over there."
Samantha's cheeks turned red: "What nonsense!"
"I've tried eleven times." He raised his hand, his fingertips resting on her cheek, trembling. "I thought I could catch something that way... But in the end, all I'm left with is a worse mess, and the look in your eyes when you look at me."
Jia Shiting closed her eyes. This time there was no kiss, no start, no headlines. There was only the "first time" that he voluntarily gave up and once thought was indispensable. And this is the hardest and cleanest thing he can give her - the third confession.
Intention: Love, like all real things, continues in daily, small, ongoing choices.