"Yanyan, it's been so long and you still haven't gotten up. Do you look like you're being your brother's bridesmaid? Come on, get up."
He opened the quilt and stepped out of bed, and when he opened the door of the unkempt room, a tall and handsome figure in a suit came into view. This person is today's protagonist and my ex-boyfriend.
"Xiaoyan, let's be together!" This is what my brother said to me when I graduated from high school. It was so difficult to wait for this sentence. When I was 10 years old and understood the relationship between men and women, I clearly knew that my feelings for my brother were not brother-sister love. Ever since I was a child, my brother has always been an outstanding person in the eyes of adults and peers. Naturally, there will be no shortage of admirers around him. However, my brother is only good to me. In the eyes of everyone, including me, they just think that this is a brother's love for his sister, rather than the so-called love between a man and a woman. You can imagine how painful this was for me who loved him deeply. I dreamed of him saying this to me in countless dreams, but when my brother really said this as I wished, I thought I was still dreaming.
"Brother, let's break up." This is what I said when my brother was 28 years old. The end of our love.
On the day of my brother's wedding, I was holding the photo of the beginning of our relationship in my hand. My eyes slowly went dark, and the photo frame slipped from my hand. There was a "pop" and there were glass shards all over the floor.
I opened my eyes, and a pink Hello Kitty-themed room came into view. Where is this place? Why am I here?
I stood up and walked to the dressing mirror. The person in the mirror had long hair pulled down to her chest, a standard oval face, a pointed chin, fair and rosy skin, cute big watery eyes, a tall and small nose, and a small mouth as red as a cherry - Cai Chunxi. Me, how could I become Cai Chunxi, and I was still Cai Chunxi when I was a sophomore in high school.
He picked up the phone with his left hand trembling slightly, "Today, what year, month and day is today?" I kept praying in my heart that this was a dream, a dream.
"September 17, 2000, what happened?" An Yichen replied.
"Then, who am I?" When I asked this question, I felt that my heart was about to beat out. I patted my chest, hoping to calm my nerves.
"Chunxi, what's wrong with you? What happened?" An Yichen's voice revealed worry.
What is going on?