Muying has been doing short dramas recently. It's not a serious matter. The afternoon sun shone slantly through the window lattice. She was nestled in the old sofa, the light from the mobile phone screen reflected on her face, watching one episode after another. Rebirth, time travel, system, space... There are endless possibilities. The heroines on the screen either go back to being fifteen when they open their eyes, tearing up green tea with their hands and stepping on white lotus flowers; or they dress up as farm girls and make a living by relying on their good cooking skills.
She was so fascinated by it that she even let the cup of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea on the coffee table go cold.
——What if I can go back to the past?
When this idea came to me, a sparrow flew past the window, disturbing the quilt of the neighbor downstairs. Muying was stunned for a moment, her finger hovering on the "next episode" button without pressing it.
What could she do?
Purpose: Thinking about life should be done at the time, not in the past or in the future.