Wetland Park.

On the reed island, the grass grows and warblers fly.

After sending the message, Geng Lu smiled contentedly and put down her phone.

She puffed out her chest, gazing directly at the shimmering lake, as if saying: "Twins? Two combined don’t even measure up to half of me."

Beside her, Jiang Ning blinked. His eyesight was excellent, far beyond human limits, and he didn’t need any eye drops at all.

Geng Lu asked with concern, "Does it feel much better?"

Jiang Ning replied, "Yes."

Seeing his expression, Geng Lu felt somewhat guilty. After hesitating for a moment, she said:

"Actually, Mu Changqing works even better and can restore nearsightedness. Some of our art students use it, but the effect lasts only a month and it becomes addictive, so I didn’t buy it."

Geng Lu added, "Why do the people who developed Mu Changqing sell it so expensively? It’s just too terrible!"

Jiang Ning: "..."

He said, "It’s fine. Anyway, I’m not nearsighted; regular eye drops are enough."

Geng Lu: "Uh-huh, actually, many eye drops are either prescription medications or have preservatives. I chose this one after a long search!"

She promised, "When I make money in the future, I’ll buy you Mu Changqing."

Geng Lu’s expression was very serious at this moment, even if Jiang Ning had his Divine Sense fully activated, he couldn’t detect any deception.

Listening to her words, Jiang Ning suddenly smiled. Isn’t it usually the guy promising empty words to the girl? Why am I the one getting promised big things by Geng Lu today?

"Don’t laugh, I’m serious!" Geng Lu emphasized.

Jiang Ning said, "I smile when I’m happy."

He took the eye drops from Geng Lu’s hand: "You went first, now it’s my turn."

Geng Lu: "Sure."

Then she showed a sly smile: "This is the second time you’ve put eye drops in for me, you know."

Jiang Ning reminisced, "Last time was in the classroom."

Geng Lu teased, "This time it’s outdoors."

Jiang Ning tried to keep the corners of his mouth from curling up. Was she genuinely clueless or just pretending?

Geng Lu expressed that she was prepared, even a bit nervous, her body slightly trembling.

If it were Chen Siyu, she would surely say she’s just waiting to be injected.

At this thought, Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense floated out, and on the ground, Chen Siyu was constantly messaging on the phone screen: "Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, wake up quickly!"

"Jiang Ning, how could you fall so easily?!"

Jiang Ning typed with his Divine Sense: "I’m drugging Geng Lu."

In the urban bedroom.

After receiving the message, Chen Siyu was first bewildered, then incredulously lifted her face, only to bump foreheads with her older sister, forming a stable ’人’ structure.

The usually calm and wise Chen Siqing was somewhat excited at this moment, clenching her fist: "That’s great, little sister! Jiang Ning is okay!"

It must be Geng Lu playing a prank!

Through their foreheads, Chen Siyu could sense her sister’s mood.

But her own mood was even worse: "It’s not good, sister, they’re both drugging each other!"

With those words, a scene of fervent excitement simultaneously emerged in their minds, imagining it descending into utter madness.

Chen Siyu frantically typed a warning: "Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away!"

"Jiang Ning, you must stay calm!"

But by then, no one was responding.

Helpless, Chen Siyu clutched her phone and prayed to the ceiling.

Shooting another glance at the phone, still no response.

The usually lively and silly Chen Siyu suddenly felt particularly down, a sensation of something missing.

She put down her phone, buried her face in the covers, and a muffled voice came out: "Sister, actually the scenarios in AVs aren’t exciting at all."

Chen Siqing scrutinized her sister, thinking: ’See what happens when you keep playing with abstracts.’

However, Chen Siqing was, after all, the older sister.

She crawled over, hugged her sister, and whispered devilishly in her ear: "That’s because you’re not perverted enough."

...

As Chen Siyu’s mood was in decline.

Jiang Ning picked up the eye drops, and Geng Lu sat quietly on a bench, lifting her face, her eyes full of gentle shimmering water.

As everyone knows, applying eye drops is a skill because people can’t help but blink.

Jiang Ning mimicked the way Geng Lu dropped the eye drops before, his clear voice instructing: "Ah."

Geng Lu instinctively parted her lips, and Jiang Ning’s ’slip’ dropped the eye drops into her mouth.

Jiang Ning chuckled: "I was reminding you not to blink, that I was about to apply the eye drops, so you could be ready."

Geng Lu shyly complained: "I thought you were telling me to open my mouth!"

With that, she moved her throat.

Jiang Ning asked, "Why did you swallow it?"

After all, eye drops are medication, meant for the eyes.

Geng Lu blinked and said, "That’s okay, it’s not dirty."

Besides, it’s his.

Jiang Ning held the rubber bottle: "Let’s do it again."

"Okay."

This time it was accurate, not a drop spilled.

After applying the eye drops, the two continued to grill skewer under the spring sun. The scenery of the wetland park was great, with kids flying kites, couples shooting wedding photos, and middle-aged people fishing.

Geng Lu tasted a lamb skewer, its surface crispy and the inside tender. Facing the scenery, each bite seemed to savor the taste of the wind.

Surprisingly delicious, Geng Lu sneaked a glance at Jiang Ning, thinking his stance while grilling lamb skewers looked especially handsome.

In her leisure, she replied to Chen Siyu’s message with her phone: "Just kidding, was just putting in eye drops."

Then she disconnected from the internet.

Couples taking wedding photos shifted nearby, with the man kneeling on one knee, putting a diamond ring on the woman’s finger.

The photographer directed them from the side.

Geng Lu looked at them, eyes filled with envy.

Jiang Ning looked at Geng Lu, and for some unknown reason, the scene felt inexplicably familiar.

Yet he couldn’t recall why.

Enough, Jiang Ning activated his Spiritual Sense, pushing it to the limit, to search for the remnants of memories in his mind, his thoughts began to turn back.

In his past life, March 2015, the light rain was like butter.

The rain couldn’t extinguish the fervor of the temple fair; Dong Qingfeng brought five girls to Temple Street to play, Ma Shicheng and Guo Kunnan arranged to go online, and Jiang Ning strolled the streets alone, hoping to accidentally encounter Shen Qing’e.

That day was indeed bustling, the sky drizzled, yet Jiang Ning walked in the street, in an uncharacteristically urgent manner, as if something was about to be lost.

He thought something had happened to Shen Qing’e, so he began searching everywhere, unable to find her no matter what.

He quickly walked past the street corner, suddenly hearing the sound of drums; he saw drummers in traditional wedding attire ahead, beating drums and cymbals, while the groom rode a tall horse closely followed, the bride sat in a grand eight-carriage palanquin, very lively indeed.

As the drumbeats rang out, someone in the procession threw out candies.

Jiang Ning picked up a candy near his feet, its packaging was very delicate, the binding rope was gold, like a ring.

He ate the candy, it was a fruit soft candy, very tasty, better than any wedding candy he had ever eaten.

Passersby claimed that this traditional Chinese wedding cost more than hiring a Rolls-Royce.

He turned around, ready to leave, but glimpsed not far away, Geng Lu stood at the intersection, gazing earnestly at the wedding procession in the distance.

Jiang Ning quickly walked over, halfway, he met Geng Lu’s smile.

Jiang Ning said, "Great, Geng Lu, did you see Shen Qing’e?"

Geng Lu’s smile disappeared: "No, I didn’t."

"Oh, alright then." Jiang Ning, somewhat disappointed, intended to leave.

At that time, his relationship with Geng Lu wasn’t particularly good.

Geng Lu stopped him: "Jiang Ning, did you get a candy?"

"Uh, just one, and I ate it already."

"Okay then." Geng Lu seemed somewhat disappointed.

Jiang Ning noticed her mood seemed off; he thought for a moment and said, "But, I still have this."

Then he took out the candy’s golden binding rope.

"Wow, it’s beautiful! Is it a ring?"

Jiang Ning chuckled, "Don’t mind it, I’ll give it to you."

"Really?"

As Jiang Ning handed the golden rope ring to Geng Lu, several blond young men ran up from behind, accidentally bumping his shoulder, causing the golden rope ring to fly into the chaotic crowd.

Geng Lu hurriedly searched everywhere but could never find the golden rope ring.

Her expression was unusually anxious, a look Jiang Ning had never seen before.

Jiang Ning comforted, "It’s alright, next time I’ll..."

Geng Lu: "No way!"

At this moment, Shen Qing’e’s shout echoed from afar: "Jiang Ning, why are you standing there dazed! Come help me with the ring toss!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning apologized, "Sorry, I have to go now."

After speaking, he hastily ran towards the distance.

At the end of the memory, only the embarrassment of the ring toss failure and Shen Qing’e’s sharp blame remained.

Just like his miserable life.

...

The return of consciousness made Jiang Ning dazed for a moment, then his vision began to clear.

He saw Geng Lu gently poke his forehead with her hand: "Jiang Ning, you’re daydreaming again; they say you were meditating?"

Jiang Ning gazed at her.

Geng Lu initially met his gaze, but gradually, sensing the heat in his eyes, she didn’t look away; instead, she smiled and asked, "What’s up?"

"You’re leaving tomorrow, right?"

"...Yeah."

Jiang Ning asked her, "Do you want to see me perform a magic trick?"

"I’d love to!" Geng Lu replied without hesitation.

"Alright."

Jiang Ning stood up, opened the bottom of the electric bicycle, took out a retractable fishing rod tied with fishing line.

"Follow me." He stepped to the lakeside, casting a lure and hook.

While Geng Lu puzzled over it, the float trembled, Jiang Ning lifted the fishing rod, a big bluefish emerged from the water, splashing and glistening.

Jiang Ning grasped the bluefish, removed the hook, and then opened its mouth.

Geng Lu’s eyes suddenly brightened, in disbelief, she said, "Ah!"

She reached out her finger, carefully pinching out a golden ring from the fish’s mouth, its luster gentle.

"No way, such a coincidence..."

"This..."

This isn’t a coincidence at all!

Jiang Ning casually tossed the bluefish back into the lake.

Then chuckled, "Do you like it?"

Geng Lu nodded heavily, "Yes! I like it!"

Jiang Ning looked at the girl’s joy, the ripples in her eyes gentler than gold, seemingly capable of smoothing all his past childish edges.

A gentle breeze swept over the lake surface, dispersing ripples, even the distant sounds became sparse.

The golden rope ring lost in a past life, the forgotten memory, prompted Jiang Ning to ask, "Geng Lu, if this ring suddenly got lost, would you think it’s fate?"

At first, Geng Lu was surprised by the odd question, then she, without hesitation, using a voice as gentle as water and the most tender gaze, looked at him:

"How could it be? Jiang Ning, it’s already in my heart."