“Huanhuan!”

“What are you staring at?”

The teenager possesses a hearty, penetrating and recognizable voice which is not realized by Song Qinghuan even though she is no stranger to this voice.

She is not aware of this until the teenager holds her shoulders and shakes them.

The teenager right in front of her wears dyed golden blond hair. He is full of vigor from inside to outside. He wears a sports shirt with a basketball under his arm. He is clean, refreshing and handsome.

Song Qinghuan blinks her slightly sour eyes unbelievably.

The green teenager bends over and coaxes in a soft voice, "Ouch, what's wrong with you, little princess? What are you crying about?”

Song Qinghuan looks perplexedly at the surroundings. She could hardly believe what she sees.

Not long ago, she could feel the pain of burning by the fire, especially suffocation by inhaling a lot of heavy smoke and bursting of her lungs. Just when she thinks that she is going to be drowning in the pain, the sea breeze brings Song Qinghuan back to life.

She is living in a hot summer with the bright burning sun and whistling cicada, not the abandoned warehouse that was bursting with fire.

The teenager in front of her is her childhood friend, but after the college entrance examination, he was suddenly sent abroad by his family. And their families are old friends.

It is said that he went abroad to study, but there is no news in the next few years. Song Qinghuan did not see him again for years.

Looking at the teenager in sports shirt in front of her, she suddenly remembers that it was the day when all the misfortunes began to happen. That day Xi Ze made an appointment to play basketball with his classmates. The number on his shirt was No. 7. He said goodbye to her outside the gate of their community with a basketball in his arm.

She comes back again.

Back to that summer before all the misfortunes come.

Even after many years, Song Qinghuan still remembers that it was the same date as today that she went out to the jewelry store to pick up a set of customized jewelry for Song Shuyao's mother.

That day, she was robbed on her way back. But because there was no surveillance camera in the accident block and she was not injured, so no one believed what she said.

Song Shuyao’s mother said with a sneering tone that she stole the jewelry and sold it. Not only that, but the illicit money was also put under her bank account.

Next came punishment. In the burning summer with temperature nearly climbing to 40 ℃, she was given a required standing as punishment in the yard and was sent to hospital because of acute sunstroke, which triggered all the misfortunes.

But now life changes. In the last life, she failed numerous times and her dreams were ruined by the mother and her daughter. In this life, she has to give it back in double.

“Xi Ze.”

Looking at the teenager, Song Qinghuan implores that, "I'm a little under the weather. Could you please accompany me to fetch something for my mother?"

Then Xi Ze uses the back of his slightly hot hand to touch her forehead. It is so cold. In such hot summer, Xi Ze even suspects that he is going to become a well-done steak, but Song Qinghuan's body is so cold and she was even shivering. He says, “Are you having heatstroke? I'll take you back first.”

Song Qinghuan shakes her head and refuses him, “I just feel a little bit uncomfortable. It doesn't matter. We will come back as soon as we get the thing.”

Xi Ze immediately takes her arm to walk under the shade of the tree. As he walks, he criticizes her ill treatment to herself: “What is more important than your health? Call them to deliver it!”

Song Qinghuan lowers her head and wears a self-mockery smile.

Yes, she is reincarnated, and things that she did not understand in her previous life are clear now. It turns out that everything was planned by them. With the status and wealth of Song family, how could Mrs. Song's customized jewelry still need her to fetch? Others would like to send it to her in person.

How naive she was to feel guilty about the mother and daughter for so many years.

Seeing Song Qinghuan has become silent, Xi Ze discontinues his dissuasion. He has known Song Qinghuan for many years. He is so clear about her tender and cowardly nature.

So Xi Ze takes out his mobile phone and calls his personal driver. Soon a car comes out from the villa.

Xi Ze opens the door and pushes Song Qinghuan inside first. After closing the door, Xi Ze is impressed by the air-conditioning inside and expresses a comfortable exclaim.

Xi Ze messages his buddies that he is occupied and can not go, while laughing at himself: “In this burning weather, I can still make an appointment with these stinky boys. There is no doubt I truly love basketball.”

Song Qinghuan just smiles and does not speak. She wears a pair of white sports shoes, jeans with a white T-shirt and high-tied ponytail. From head to feet, she still resembles features of green students.

Her fat body becomes slim and the hair cut by that girl remains intact. She touches her face with her shaking left hand. Her voice is still beautiful. Her heart is beating fast. The blue veins in her right hand on the knee are bulging for her clasping.

She tells herself in her mind again and again that, “Song Qinghuan, you come into life again. A new life. Everything is in time. Don’t be so silly this time.”

Song Qinghuan fetches Xia Runan’s customized jewelry successfully with the accompany of Xi Ze and his driver.

When the driver plans to go back from the main road, Song Qinghuan speaks abruptly and requires the driver to follow her usual route. The young master in the back seat does not say anything, so naturally the driver has no objection.

When the car drives through the crossroad of a hilly hoop, there is an unexpectedly robbery happening on the sidewalk. Unluckily, with their motorbike the two robbers run as quickly as a rocket.

There are few people on this road. And the surveillance camera does not work. While Song Qinghuan is so familiar with this scene.

She finds that the robbed girl is dressed in the same costume as hers. Telling from the back, it is almost the same person.

“Come on. Robbers dare to do this in broad daylight. How can they be so unbridled?”

Apparently Xi Ze also witnesses the whole robbery. He looks at the girl who has been robbed and turns to Song Qinghuan next to him. Then he frowns and says that: “Don’t go out lately, you know? If you surely have to, tell me in advance or ask others to accompany you.”

Thinking about it for a while, he is a little upset and says, "Well, forget it. You don't know anybody except me, remember? Don't go out recently."

With her back towards Xi Ze, Song Qinghuan looks at the sidewalk through the window and says softly: “Well, I get it.”

She watched the scene she had experienced in her previous life once again, but this time she was a bystander.

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