The broken voice of the jade pendant resounded in Lin Nianci's ears, and she suddenly woke up from her sleep, her eyes stared at the ceiling without squinting, her hands held her neck tightly, and her thin lips opened wide and gasped hard.

The sweat of the bean on his forehead slid down from the tip of his nose, slowly eroding the fair and delicate skin.

The discomfort in her throat, and the pain in her chest, abruptly withdrew as she woke up. She spread out her hands and supported her body, only to find that the sheets under her body had already been soaked with her sweat.

Lin Nianzi forced himself to look away, and his deep eyes looked at the surroundings with a slight hesitation, the familiar room, the familiar modern furniture. She looked back coldly, constantly reminding herself that it was just a dream, just a dream.

Raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her lips pursed and her throat was dry, she moved her gaze to the wood-carved table next to the bed.

Lin Nianzi picked up the water cup on the table, raised his head and poured a few mouthfuls of water, his throat was no longer dry due to the washing of colorless liquid, and the discomfort in his mouth gradually dissipated due to the lucidity of consciousness. It's just that the imprinted fishy sweetness is permanently engraved in her heart and can never be erased.

Lin Nianzi steadied himself and looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and the clock had only passed an hour. Sweating profusely, she had to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

The warm water slid down the graceful figure, the bathroom was full of smoke, Lin Nianzi's heart was also clouded, she reached out to wipe the mist on the mirror, the delicate figure was fully displayed in front of her, her pale cheeks were dyed crimson due to the noise of steam, she lightly opened her red lips, and left a smile in front of the mirror.

Out of the bath, she was dressed in a plain nightdress, with long black hair like a waterfall shawl, standing in front of the balcony for a long time, looking into the distance. Outside the window, the smoke and rain were hazy, and the entire city of A was shrouded in this rainy season for a long time.

It's been too long, and the scene before her death has long since become blurry and hesitant with the loss of memory, how long has she not had this dream again?

Lin Nianzi raised his hand to support his forehead, his hand naturally slid down his hair, and turned his eyes to look at the brightly lit room. His gaze froze on the desk, where there were a few books scattered around, as well as some scripts of speeches that were about to be spoken.

Thinking back to yesterday, she chose to go back to her home in City A after no classes on the weekend.

Home is an unusually complicated word for Lin Nianzi, and her current parents are both her parents, but they are not. No one knows what year and month the memories she has left in her mind come from, and where the dynasty she dreams of coming from. No one even knows how determined she was to not drink the bowl of Meng Po soup.

Yes, she was reincarnated, with the memories of her previous life, crossed the lonely Nai He Bridge, stepped on the other side of the bloody flowers, and lived again in this 21st century.

It's four o'clock in the morning, and she'll be back to school in three hours. And tonight, she was destined to be sleepless again.

The scenery outside the window is bleak, the earth is unusually quiet, except for the sound of the drizzle, only Lin Nianzi's silent sigh remains.

It's been 25 years, I'm here, and where are you?

In a trance, she seemed to echo the words that Luo Zaizi often said in her ears again:

The mind is here, and this heart is not crossed.

(As an aside, this sentence means: miss here, people here, and the heart will never cross here.) ）