"Young lady, the car that drove past…"
"…"
Xing Jiuan froze for a moment and turned to look.
The car that had stopped earlier had started again.
She saw a familiar man in the driver's seat.
Madness filled his eyes.
This time, Xing Jiuan couldn't avoid it.
She watched helplessly as the car sped up and ran her over. Her organs seemed to have shifted when she fell to the ground, yet she was still holding on to her phone tightly.
Her phone had a protective case. Even after falling to the ground, it didn't break. In fact, she was still on the line.
The man's anxious voice could be heard from the phone as he kept shouting Xing Jiuan's name.
Xing Jiuan's vision was a little blurry, and the intense pain she felt made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Under such unbearable pain, Xing Jiuan was still able to get distracted, thinking that it would have been better if she hadn't called her senior brother.
Senior Brother would probably be… very sad because of her death.
The impact from earlier was immense. Xing Jiuan opened her mouth in an attempt to respond to the anxious person on the phone. However, the moment she opened her mouth, blood flowed out of it.
She didn't like its taste.
To one side, things seemed to be very chaotic. Someone said they should call the police while someone else said they should call an ambulance. There was a woman screaming, a child crying… It was so chaotic, but Xing Jiuan could only watch the blurry scene as if they were acting in a mime show.
She could no longer hold on to her cell phone. It slipped out of her hand. Xing Jiuan did not know if the call had been hung up, nor what her senior brother's answer was…
Her vision slowly turned pitch-black, and her surroundings went silent. Xing Jiuan, who had once been doted on by many, had wanted to see fireworks in this human world on her 21st birthday. In the end, she died by the roadside under the night sky.
Alone.
When she woke up again, Xing Jiuan's head hurt.
There were some gaps in her memory. She still remembered when she was eating cake at home.
After a while, she realized that something was wrong. For example, her birthday was in winter, and when going to bed, she often wore panda-shaped fluffy pajamas. But now, she was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and there were no scars on her knees from that accident.
Also, after she was brought back home by the Huo family, she'd started to grow her hair long.
But now, her hair was not long. It was still short when she touched it.
Ever since she was young, Xing Jiuan had grown her hair long only twice. The first time was when she was very young, and the second time was after she was brought back home by the Huo family.
Before she could take a look at her phone, something seemed to flash across Xing Jiuan's mind. She looked for a mirror first.
It was easy to find one as it was right next to the pillow.
The lady in the mirror was very young. Her short silver-gray hair drooped messily, and there were even a few strands of hair sticking out.
Xing Jiuan's skin was very fair, and it was hard to distinguish whether her exquisite facial features belonged to a man or a woman. She often had short hair, just like a protagonist who walked out of a comic. She was slender, delicate, but not fragile.
Seemingly certain, Xing Jiuan picked up her cell phone and looked at it. It was the day that she would always remember after it took place.
This was the day her biological parents came looking for her and told her that she was taken somewhere else by mistake nineteen years ago. Now, they wanted to bring her back.
Xing Jiuan's hand trembled as she suddenly recalled the memories just before her death. The pain was still unbearable.
She suddenly thought of something even more impossible…
She'd been reborn.
She had gone back to the summer when she was nineteen.
On this day, nothing had happened yet.
She had yet to return to the Huo family.
She had not broken off her ties with her senior brother. She had not left her sect.
She was still the Xing Jiuan who enjoyed everyone's love.
She opened her mouth, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.