Please Don't Take My Place Again

My blood was warm when I died in my last life. When I opened my eyes, I was fourteen again. I thought I was the only one carrying the pain of that life back. Until I saw Lin Xi's palms covered with blood marks from origami. Until I saw Lin Zhao reading "How to Save a Person" under the lamp in the middle of the night. Between the three of us, no one said anything. But everyone saw it.