"Da Yi, do you feel that your eyelids are getting heavier, but your consciousness is getting clearer and clearer?"
"Yes..."
"It seems like there are many doors in front of you, and each one is labeled with your age. Can you see them?"
"It seems so..."
"Open the door marked with the age you want to change the most and go back to the year you least want to face. Find the injured, crying version of you. Can you see it?"
In Dong Yi's mind, the scene of her crying on the rooftop during the year of the incident indeed appeared clearly. Her two states of consciousness began to intertwine, and she painfully sought help from Xiao Qian.
"Boss Qian, what should I do? I can see it. I'm so sad!"
Just then, the light bulb in the room suddenly started flickering, and Xiao Qian knew, the time was now!
