On his deathbed, An Xu came across the belated truth from the yellowed donation records.
The bone marrow that pulled him back from death many years ago actually came from Luo Li, whom he had deliberately alienated and even neglected in every possible way with a youthful spirit.
At the last moment when his life burned out, the raging regret almost swallowed him up. He owed her more than just a life.
When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight filtered through the window lattice in 2000, and he was eighteen years old again, a senior in high school.
The young man in the mirror has green eyebrows, but he hides the melancholy and eagerness of having experienced life and death.
Downstairs, Luo Li was wearing a washed white school uniform, holding a book, his figure as slender as a fragile light.
This time, Anxu didn't hesitate.
He rushed downstairs, and under her stunned gaze, he held her shoulders tightly with the reckless but hot strength of a young man, and pressed the kiss that was half a lifetime overdue on her cold lips.
"Luo Li," his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of cherished and unmistakable determination, "This time, it's me who comes to you."
He must repay the debts he owed in his previous life one by one in this life. The time of being let down and the affection that was ignored will be rewritten in a completely different trajectory during their eighteenth summer. And that sudden kiss was his clumsy but passionate opening statement, and it was his announcement to the world that the future he promised would never be without Luo Li again.
