"How do you feel? You look so reluctant." Ye Zhijin turned his eyes, looked into her eyes and said softly: "What's the matter?"
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't know where this uneasy feeling came from.
"It's okay!" She blinked slightly, shrugged and said, "What can be the problem?"
It was pure reluctance, but what could she do
The system had just told her: Although the seven-minute time-space reversal was successful, the price to be paid was seven years.
In just one hour, she will disappear from this world for seven years.
Seven years is neither long nor short.
"But I think something is wrong with you." Ye Zhijin frowned, looking a little flustered in his eyes. The uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.
She lowered her head slightly, rubbed the pen tip gently on the blank notebook, and slowly said with a choked voice for a long time: "Do you believe there are parallel times and spaces in this world?"
"Parallel... time and space?" Ye Zhijin's eyes dimmed slightly, looking at her profile hidden by her hair, she said with thin lips: "Qingchen... you... what do you want to say?"
After a long while, she smiled softly, shook her head and said, "It's nothing. Maybe I've been watching too many TV series recently, and I feel more emotional!"
The teacher was conducting a test in class, and she quietly wrote down in her notebook what she wanted to say the most at this moment, but couldn't say it out loud.
- It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other.
Encountering some things once is a gift. Memories are criss-crossed. It takes time to erase memories. Memories only belong to time.
Ye Zhijin, I am very glad that I can meet you again and meet such a good person like you. I met you who has never lost your temper with me and is so quiet and calm.
If one day, memory runs counter to the years, I hope time will allow you to meet a better person.
Maybe you and I are no longer young at that time, but I hope you can still remember what I looked like when I was young.
—My favorite, Mr. Zhuma.
The moment I put down the pen, a crystal teardrop fell on the ball pen, slowly dripping down, and finally fell on the paper, spreading out layer by layer.
She lowered her head, deeply afraid that her tears would be seen by any of her classmates.
When I was young, even if I had grievances or felt sad, I would not let others know.
I always feel that such a gaze is too dazzling and will make people even more embarrassed.
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The rain fell continuously, and the tick-tick-tick slowly reached her eardrums.
Originally, she didn't want Ye Zhijin to send her home, but tonight he seemed to be particularly stubborn.
She looked at her watch, there was still a little time.
Standing at the door of her home, Ye Zhijin never said goodbye, but she couldn't say these two words.
"I believe there is that place." He held an umbrella and turned to look at her with a faint light in his eyes.
"Ah?" Her voice was slightly hoarse, she nodded slightly and looked at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"I believe there are parallel times and spaces." He slowly took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped her wet hair, and said with a smile on his lips: "But I like this world better."
Because this world has you...
"Well - I like this world too." She turned around suddenly, the tears in her eyes couldn't help falling, she pursed her lips for a long time and said: "It's very late, go back quickly."
"Qingchen—" Ye Zhijin stepped forward and wanted to grab her hand, but it slowly fell down.
After a while, his cool and pleasant voice resounded in the air: "Good night... See you tomorrow." (To be continued)