His first love died when their love was at its most intense. After he refused to elope, she traveled a thousand miles to find him, only to be buried beneath the rubble in an earthquake.
Shen Huaixu could never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Unable to escape his self-torment, he let himself go, living in a daze for ten years as he drifted along the edge of death.
When he returned to his hometown to pay his respects, he heard the name of his first love.
He hadn't died after all.
From the top's perspective:
It turned out he had lost his memory and forgotten that they had been together. Learning all at once that he had been the object of ten years of love left Zhou Cheng feeling burdened.
To him, his high school romance was a complete blank. He had no memory of it whatsoever.
So should he take responsibility for that bittersweet love from his youth and accept this first love, with whom he had never broken up?
Besides, the person he loves is the younger me. If I get together with him, won't I just become my own replacement?
Also, after we reunited, my hidden erectile dysfunction cured itself without treatment. Maybe I should use him as a cure first. After all, it's a lingering effect of the earthquake, and I developed it because of him.
Finally:
Their hang-up about being a replacement drove them farther and farther apart. Then a "replacement" appeared, claiming to have transmigrated into this world as a soul and just woken up. Zhou Cheng no longer cared about being seen as a replacement.
Now even being a replacement is competitive. The professional replacement is working harder than ever, with every memory crystal clear, while I only know about my own past through hearsay. If I don't work harder, I won't even qualify as a replacement.
These days, even being a replacement means fighting for the job!
Upcoming novel: I Want to Marry My Future Self
The top's perspective (age eighteen):
He glanced into a mirror and saw someone identical to himself, but with a cold expression, unfeeling eyes, and a mature, solemn air.
The figure vanished in a flash. His heart stirred for no reason, and a mysterious voice told him in an instant that this was his future self.
He felt a little worried and sorry for him, wondering what had happened to make his grown-up self look... victorious, yet defeated.
A glance, a look into each other's eyes, a single meeting: that was all it took to understand how the other felt.
The eighteen-year-old saw the pain and numbness buried deep in the future version's eyes.
In this world, only he could see it.
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The bottom's perspective (age twenty-eight):
Changes in the future world gave him an item that let him communicate with his past self.
They took turns visiting each other's worlds. His younger self, from ten years ago, suddenly stumbled into a post-apocalyptic world full of danger and became the only person around whom he could let down his guard.
When he returned to the past, however, he watched coldly as his immature self stumbled along the road ahead.
Having weathered so many storms, he wouldn't even save his younger self, much less sympathize with who he had once been.
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They traveled to each other's worlds again and again, as their youthful sincerity collided with worldly self-interest.
The older one scoffed at the foolish boy, while the younger one envied the older one's achievements and victories.
He asked, "Is there anything you'd like to say to your past self from ten years ago? This is your chance to change the future."
The older man lowered his eyes. "No. You've never done anything wrong. There was no better choice."
Confused, he asked, "Then why are you so sad?"
Having yet to weather life's storms, he gradually fell for the future version of himself, who had everything except himself.
Any attempt to hide an expression would be seen through.
He said, "What's the point of putting on an act in front of me? Do you think I can't read my own expressions?"
At nineteen, he said, "You know I've always liked older men."
At twenty-nine, he thought, "You don't know that my future self likes younger, innocent people."
At thirty, he received the gift he had wanted most at nineteen, a watch from Armor Hero, given to him by his eighteen-year-old self.
He looked down, pinched the strap of the watch, which had no special powers, and after a long moment gave a scornful laugh. Then he took off the strap of the item on his wrist and replaced it with that one.
Bright, outgoing, brave, clingy top x cold-hearted, ruthless, gloomy germaphobe bottom
Younger top.
Having grown older, he had already lost the ability to love.
Theme: His resurrected first love says he has lost his memory
Please pay attention to the pre-released article—"I want to marry my future self" Attacking perspective (18 years old): He was distracted and saw a person who looked exactly like himself in the mirror, but his expression was cold and his eyes were ruthless, mature and solemn. The figure flashed past, and his heart was inexplicably touched. The inexplicable voice for a moment told him that it was his future self. He felt a little distressed and worried, not knowing what would happen in the future, which made him look like... A winner but a loser when he grew up. One look, one look, one face to face, you can read another person's feelings. At the age of eighteen, he saw the pain and numbness buried deep in the future man's eyes. In this world, only you can see clearly. Perspective (twenty-eight years old): The changes in the future world gave him the ability to talk to the past after receiving the props. The two came to each other's worlds alternately. The self from ten years ago suddenly entered the crisis-ridden apocalypse and became the only person who could let down his guard. Back in the past, he watched with cold eyes, watching his naive self stumble along the way. After going through ups and downs, he couldn't even save his younger self, and couldn't even understand his original self. They come to each other's world again and again, and original intentions and utilitarianism collide with each other. The elders laugh at the stupid young people, while the younger ones envy the elders' victories and gains. He asked: Do you have anything to say to yourself ten years ago? This is an opportunity to change the future. The older man lowered his eyes: No, you have always done the right thing, there is no better choice. He wondered: Then why are you so sad. He has not experienced the storm yet, and as they get along, he gradually falls in love with the future person who has everything but loses himself. Any attempt at concealment will be exposed. He said: Is it interesting for you to act in front of me? I still can't understand my own expression. When he was nineteen he said: You know, I've always liked people older than me. When he was twenty-nine, he said to himself: You don't know, in the future, I will like young and innocent people. When he was thirty, he received the gift that the nineteen-year-old wanted most, from the eighteen-year-old himself - the Armor Warrior Watch. He lowered his head and pinched the strap with no additional capabilities. After a while, he sneered, then took off the prop strap on his wrist and replaced it. Enthusiastic, cheerful, brave, clingy and aggressive Attack next year. Because in old age, I have lost the ability to love.
I feel so miserable, my boyfriend and dad are inexplicable
It's so annoying to attack like this. I pray to chase my wife.