I'm nineteen again. None of this is a dream. Since the heavens have given me the chance to be reborn, it would be a disservice to myself and to them if I didn't make use of it.
It's 2003. I met Li Churan at the end of September that year. In other words, the man I love so deeply is still alive. I can see him, kiss him, sleep with him, bask in the warmth of his embrace, and listen to his pleasing voice.
Most importantly, I know what's about to happen. I can save him!
Eight years by his side still didn't feel like enough. When death separated us, the pain tore through me. I was alive, yet as good as dead.
Reborn in another life, I still came looking for him, so I could stay by his side.
This man is like a curse I can't escape, consuming my entire heart and soul in my past life, this life, the next life, and every life after that. Even if he cherishes me but doesn't love me, even if he's callous and fickle, I still rush toward him like a moth to a flame!
Interesting. It's a pity that the author has a golden finger again. How can there be such a perfect-looking person in the world?