He Fang had no idea how much her butterfly effect had influenced things, nor did she know that in another timeline, Gu Xiaoqing had accepted a fate arranged by others.
Sometimes, just a small detail could change a person's life forever.
Gu Xiaoqing no longer needed to leave her messages, pleading for her to give the protagonist in the story a chance.
Ten years, neither long nor short.
Anya successfully enrolled in the school where He Fang worked, cheerfully carrying her little backpack and playing with other children. Qin Guanglin no longer had to run between two places to pick up mother and daughter from school; he could see them both coming out of the school together every evening.
In early spring, a new calendar was placed on the bedside table, a thick one lying flat, a page torn off each day.
"I died on this day, right?"
