The night is endless, and the autumn wind carries raindrops, bringing bursts of cold air.
But as a soul without a body, how can I feel cold?
Under the dim light of the street lamp, the girl who woke up from the bench on the roadside looked at her limbs in confusion.
Although there is no obvious body temperature or heartbeat, this body is real! My soul has a carrier!
Then she looked at her reflection in the glass of the advertising light box in astonishment.
She has black shoulder-length hair, a neat little face with a slight hint of baby fat, and a slim figure. A thin white long T-shirt covers her knees.
This is... My twelve-year-old self?
It's incredible.
Turning back time? Resurrection from the dead? Is it God's mercy? Or the devil's punishment?
Before she could take action to prove whether she really existed in reality, the real pain came from her left wrist, which made her unable to hold up and fell to the ground. The pain was so severe and turbulent, it was a bit more severe than the pain when he cut his wrists when he committed suicide.
Are you going to die again?
She moved forward barefoot almost by instinct, but saw the person she wanted to see most in the rain.
He did not recognize her and no longer remembered her. But he still protected her when danger came.
Little did she know that this was just the beginning of a death cycle in which he and she exchanged lives for lives.
Intention: Maybe life will disappear at any time, but love will always exist.