In the September wind, the leaves that have just begun to turn yellow fall one by one, like a rain that won't stop.
The last time Xu Zhi saw Lin Wanmu was at the murder scene.
She was lying on the ground, blood gushing from the wound in her abdomen, her eyes half-closed, like a lamp that was about to go out. He knelt beside her, held her, and called her name. She glanced at him one last time and moved her lips but said nothing.
Those were the last seconds before she died.
When he opened his eyes again, Xu Zhi was back to the age of seventeen - the year when Lin Wanmu just transferred to school.
She was as quiet as a little rabbit that accidentally broke into the classroom. But Xu Zhi had seen her biting people. She didn't know who he was, didn't know they'd met as children, didn't know she was going to die.
She knows nothing.
He had only one thought: let her live. Even if she could never remember who he was.
——When the sycamore leaves fell, he came back.
Grumpy little rabbit×black-bellied kitten
Intention: Do it again and live for you
