Listen to the Wind, She Has Been Here

Another title: Back to Summer The diary at the funeral is a token from the depths of time. The undried tears on the last page read: "I love you, so I want to see you." When I opened my eyes again, the cicadas chirped loudly, like a boiling summer. Xu Mo returned to her seventeenth year and sat back in the front row. He thought this was the return of fate's mercy, and clumsily tried to make up for everything he had missed. Little did she know that this was a desperate cycle started by her. Therefore, every approach is a verification of separation, and every moment of warmth is soaked in countdown. When that destined node comes again, with the answer in hand, can they write a third ending for each other in a dead end with no solution? ——Love is an obsession that travels through time, and even though it is in vain, it still moves towards you with every breath.