I thought that I would never be able to look at him so closely and quietly in my life. But God took me back to when I was 5 years old. I thought that we would still be the same as in the previous life, two parallel lines. Even if we occasionally intersect briefly, we would still separate quickly. I thought I could watch him smile at other women as calmly as I did in my previous life. When I really sat next to him and looked at him sleeping on the desk, the faint fragrance, the clean school uniform, the prickly short hair, the long eyelashes, the distant eyes at that time were long gone, the tall nose and the smiling lips. Yes, with his smiling lips, I knew he was awake, and I knew I couldn't escape. Only holding his hand tightly could make me feel at ease.