Summers in the southern part of the city are always hot and humid.

Around eight or nine in the morning, this bustling metropolis had already awakened from its slumber. Cars came and went on the highways, and vendors in the alleys called out their wares with great enthusiasm.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the half-closed curtains of the glass window.

There was no air conditioning in the room, only an electric fan whirring and blowing out hot air.

The boy lying on the bed was wearing a vest and shorts. He was lying on his side, slightly curled up, with his two long and slender legs exposed to the air. His skin was fair and smooth. His white vest was already soaked with sweat, and even his long and thick eyelashes were drenched in sweat and were trembling slightly.

The sunlight was too dazzling, and the air too hot. The boy's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he lifted his eyelids.

Those dark, clear eyes held a hint of weariness and pain that seemed out of place for someone that age, which quickly turned into confusion and bewilderment.

Lin Qingyan sat up in bed and casually brushed aside the wet, messy bangs hanging in front of her forehead.

He looked around the room, still shaken. It felt familiar yet strange. He had lived here for a year; it was Platinum Entertainment that had arranged the dormitory for him.

The small one-bedroom apartment was simply decorated, and the air conditioner in the room was broken. The air was filled with the stuffiness and restlessness of summer.

Lin Qingyan stared blankly at the electric fan still buzzing beside the bed. Everything here was exactly the same as she remembered.

He suspected he was dreaming, or experiencing visual and auditory hallucinations. He thought he should be dead by now, dead in that unfamiliar little county town. How could he still be in the summer of five years ago?

Thinking about it, the boy raised his hand and pinched his face hard, but felt nothing.

Oh... he really is dreaming.

No, I forgot something very important: he has no sense of pain.

...

The sudden vibration of his phone in the quiet room pulled Lin Qingyan back to reality from his reverie and confusion. The phone on the bedside table was somewhat worn; it was one he had bought for two hundred yuan at a secondhand market.

The caller ID showed "Brother Li," whose real name is Li Heng, and he is Lin Qingyan's manager.

After the call connected, that familiar voice came through the phone: "Xiao Lin, meet at XX Cafe at 3 PM today to sign the contract. Remember to be on time."

contract?

Lin Qingyan was silent for two seconds before finally nodding and saying "okay." He heard his own voice, which was hoarse from waking up early and revealed a hint of immaturity, like that of a teenager.

Li Heng didn't say anything else, and the two quickly ended the call.

"how so……"

The boy stared at his phone screen, muttering something under his breath in confusion. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his pupils dilated, and his fingers trembled slightly as he tapped the phone's calendar. A line of large, striking text appeared on the cracked screen:

August 27, 2016.

He was only nineteen years old that year, and he was reborn back to five years ago.

Five years ago on this day, he signed with Platinum Entertainment.

——

The afternoon sun was even more intense and brilliant.

The coffee shop was air-conditioned and very cool.

At this time, there weren't many customers inside. The waiter was sitting at the counter, idly playing on his phone with his chin propped up, until the door was pushed open from the outside and a customer came in.

The waitress was a young woman. The moment she saw the customer enter, she immediately put down her phone and stared intently at him, a young man in his early twenties.

The afternoon sun streamed in, and the boy stood backlit in the doorway.

He was wearing a simple white crew-neck T-shirt without any pattern, and loose-fitting cropped jeans that had been washed to a faded color. A small section of his fair ankle was visible below the jeans, with his slightly protruding outer ankle bone looking delicate and sexy. On his feet were a pair of clean white canvas shoes.

What's most striking is her clean and pretty face.

Her soft, short black hair fell casually over her forehead, her eyebrows and eyes were clean and delicate, her black eyes seemed to sparkle with light, her nose had a very high line, and her pale, thin lips were slightly pursed, making her look very soft.

Although the boy was wearing only cheap and simple clothes, he looked very comfortable. He was tall and slender with a thin frame and a straight back. Coupled with his fair and beautiful face, he was so handsome that it was hard to look away. He was clean and aloof.

He was practically her dream man.

The waiter thought to himself.