Xu Wuning shook her head.

Her dazed gaze followed his hand back and forth, and she blinked slowly, a beat behind her eyes: "Truth or Dare?"

"I remember...we haven't even started the competition yet, how could I have lost?"

Lu Jingci kindly reminded her, "The competition has already been held. You were drunk and can't remember. You lost five times and have to answer five questions."

"I'm a good person, Ningning, don't you believe me?"

Xu Wuning's reddish eyes gleamed with a hazy light as she tried to make out the person in front of her: "It's the younger version of Lu Jingci. The younger version is a good person, but the older one isn't."

Lu Jingci accurately captured the essence of the words "young" and "old".

His eyes darkened, but his tone softened further: "Ningning, what year did you travel from? How old are you?"

"Please tell me, I won't tell anyone else."

Xu Wuning gradually became more and more drunk. She heard someone asking her questions. His voice was very pleasant, like coaxing a child. She instinctively nodded.

"Okay, just don't tell anyone... I'm already in my twenties."

She held up three fingers, and the scene before her eyes seemed to be swaying.

She frowned, trying to focus, but she still couldn't see clearly. "Is this a number?"

In an instant.

The boy's gaze changed; his deep eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

Just as he suspected, he was right.

He gently stroked Xu Wuning's cheek, grasped her swaying hand, and continued to tempt her with words:

"That's number two, Ningning, you're so smart."

"Ningning, that him... you mean 'Old Lu Jingci'? Is he really good to you?"

Xu Wuning seemed to remember something, and suddenly choked up, tears welling up in her eyes. She shook her head repeatedly, looking aggrieved.

"Oh no... He imprisoned me, locked me in the villa, and chained my ankles to prevent me from escaping."

"Later, I accidentally pressed the wrong button in the system and died. He also wanted to commit suicide... He was also miserable."

Her voice was broken and nasal: "I want to go back, to go back and save him... and my father, he's been looking for me for a long time and he's very sad. And Yueyue, and everyone else, they're all waiting for me."

"I want to go back to the correct timeline..."

The boy's expression was inscrutable, and he gripped the tissue tightly in his hand.

Imprisonment? Chains? Suicide?

He gently wiped away her tears with a tissue, comforting her, "Don't cry, Ningning..."

He wasn't stupid; he quickly figured out the cause and effect from her words and the notebook.

"Ningning, just like you wrote in your notebook, you've traveled through several points in time, and you even saved me when I was in a car accident while buying ice cream in junior high, right?"

Xu Wuning was in a daze. She sniffed and replied drunkenly, "Yes."

Her mood changed quickly after she got drunk, and she chuckled foolishly, "But I'll be home soon, hehe."

The boy saw her happiness at going home.

Thinking of Ningning's words, "She died in the future too," his heart leaped into his throat, and his fingers clenched into fists.

"Whether Lu Jingci committed suicide or not is unimportant, Ningning, I want to ask, after you go back, can you be resurrected? Can you live a good life?"

Xu Wuning looked at him with hazy, drunken eyes, a smile still on her lips: "Yes, I can live."

In that instant, the boy's tightly clenched fist quietly loosened, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

He repeated it twice, but his voice grew softer and softer at the end.

He was smiling, but as he smiled, his eyes suddenly became melancholy, and the light of hope in them disappeared.

He lowered his eyes, staring at his clenched knuckles, and remained silent for a long time. Finally, his voice rang out so low it was almost carried away by the night wind:

"Ningning, I'll ask one last question... Did you come here to find me because of him?"

Xu Wuning didn't hesitate. Because she was drunk and hadn't thought things through, she answered in a daze, as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "He wanted to commit suicide. The little world malfunctioned, so this is where I am."

"I wonder if traveling back and forth like this will eventually save him..."

A quiet night.

The boy's shoulders slumped down as he sat there, the night wind blowing onto his face through the cracks in the window.

He suddenly felt a dryness in his throat and wanted to smile, but his lips moved and he couldn't manage to raise them.

He sat for a very long time, so long that Xu Wuning became a little drowsy.

If last night was merely a matter of doubt, then at this moment, he was absolutely certain that Ningning had traveled from the future.

He got Ningning drunk and tricked her into revealing the truth, and that's how he got the whole story.

Everything was exactly as he had predicted last night, but he didn't understand why he was so sad.

Now, everything has an answer.

No wonder, no wonder she was so mean to him a while ago, and then suddenly became so gentle with him.

No wonder she was sometimes so intimate and familiar with his actions, and sometimes her gaze towards him was so complicated.

Because her body was inhabited by a soul from the future.

It's truly enviable. The man in the future is a hundred or a thousand times luckier than he is now. He used a suicide attempt to make her feel sorry for him, and to make her think about him all the time, and to think about going home all the time.

Day and night, she thought about leaving him, abandoning him, and going to find the person she would be with in the future.

Before dealing with Lin Yunjiao that day, Ningning had so much hatred for him, but overnight, her soul changed, and she could touch his head and smile at him. So, was it because of that future man that he received more preferential treatment from Ningning?

He knew they were the same person, but that only made him more jealous.

He kept reminding himself that he should be happy because Ningning cared a lot about "himself in the future." Both the past and the future belonged to him, but he just couldn't be happy.

I'm not happy at all, only increasingly deep resentment.

His chest felt increasingly constricted, as if something was gripping it tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.

He looked at her, unable to suppress the bitterness in his heart.

On what grounds?

Why is it that the future "him" is so lucky to easily receive all of Ningning's favor and care?

Why is it that "he" is the one Ningning cares about so much and cherishes so carefully?

Why should Ningning go find "him" from the future?

But now he is about to lose all of that.

He lost Ningning, who would smile at him when she was drunk, talk to him, and fall asleep peacefully beside him.

Once the future soul within her body leaves, everything will return to square one.

She would become indifferent again, just like in junior high school, looking at him with that distant and annoyed gaze, too lazy to even say a word to him.

Everything will go back to the way it was before.

Just thinking about that scene made his heart ache so much he couldn't breathe.

Everything he finally gained will turn into an illusion, and it will all be gone...

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