It all started from that dream.
In the freezing cold winter, during a drowsy math class, in an unknown corner of the rooftop, a white figure jumped down, like a bird flying toward freedom.
Since then, Ji Ran has entered a three-day cycle that continues to reincarnate.
He ran towards that figure again and again, trying his best to reach out his hand as he pressed closer and closer, gradually falling deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate himself. In the cycle of constant restarts, countless Bad Ends were achieved.
He wanted to run faster, understand more, and have a heavier chip in his hand. Maybe he could catch the person who left again and again, and grab the hand that failed to grasp.
Rong Zhao lowered his head and stared at him, with indescribable sadness in his eyes. His fingers gently brushed the mole under his eyes, and his voice was as soft as coming from another world: "It's time for you to leave this nightmare."
Ji Ran grabbed his hand with firm eyes, "Either we stay here together, or we go together, you choose."
Free and open-minded, delicate and accepting
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Intention: Run towards the other party firmly in cycles again and again