The vibration of her phone rang out. Xu Su wiped the tears from her face. Using the moonlight pouring in from the window, she made out her surroundings and, in a daze, realized she was back again—back in the year she was eighteen.
... 'I'm back again. But what about Zhou Mochen?'
'What about the thirty-five-year-old Zhou Mochen...?'
'Is this a dream?'
Xu Su shook her head hard. The images were too clear. She was certain her soul had truly returned to her past life, where she'd witnessed the events that took place after she was gone.
The lingering ache in her chest hadn't faded, as if it were trying to remind her of something...
The phone on her pillow vibrated, paused for a moment, then started buzzing again.
Xu Su's reaction was sluggish for a few seconds, but then a thought struck her and she quickly grabbed the phone.
Sure enough, it was Zhou Mochen.
She pressed the answer button, held the phone to her ear, and heard a familiar male voice.
