"Do you really like me, Yu Nian?"
Trapped between Chen Zhao's arms and the glass window of the balcony, I realized that I had never seen this expression on his face in ten years. His originally deep-set eyebrows were now twisted into a shape between pain and confusion, and his black pupils looked at me like a wounded leopard staring at a prey that could fill his lost life. But he was only fifteen years old, and he should not have shown this expression.
Even when he was twenty-five years old, he would not look at me like this. What was common was some undisguised sarcasm and contempt.
At this time, I felt that time was so fragmented, and I imagined how the gift of time could be given so generously, reshaping a scumbag who was determined to be a heartless man into an infatuated person who seemed to have to be me.
I think of that year, Chen Zhao held me on the balcony outside the classroom, kissing me while crying, his eyes closed but he couldn't hide the trembling of his eyelashes, like a butterfly flying by. That was the first day that we confirmed our relationship, and it was also the first day that I was notified that I was facing the choice of transferring to another school.
Intention: It seems that everything can be done in time in the new timeline