This is Pei Lejun's memory.

He remembered every moment he met Cen Yu, and the weather at the time; he recreated it all in his dream.

“You drove Wen Jingyao away,” Cen Yu said again.

“Wen Jingyao.” Pei Leyun murmured the name, but seemed indifferent. He simply sat down next to Cen Yu. “…I just miss you so much.”

Pei Leyun whispered to Cen Yu, "I don't know what happened..."

"The moment I became aware of myself, I realized that I had become like this."

"Was it you who stopped Pei Baijun in the mourning hall?" Cen Yu asked.

“Yes.” Pei Leyun answered quickly, looking down at his fingers. “Actually, I thought about… just letting it go.”

"But I'm not reconciled."

“We had just gotten together, why did I suddenly die?” As Pei Leyun said this, tears streamed down his face… The dream seemed to sense his emotions, and dark clouds immediately gathered in the sky, foreshadowing an impending downpour.

Cen Yu leaned back on the bench. "Was that you in the Pei family's old house?" He still remembered the wet stains beside him when he woke up.

Pei Leyun was a little embarrassed, "Yes..."

"I guess it's because I drowned that I'm always wet."

Cen Yu spread his hands. "Give me the bag."

Pei Leyun was puzzled, but he still handed his backpack to Cen Yu.

Cen Yu took out a tissue from his backpack and tossed it to Pei Leyun. "Don't cry." He knew that Pei Leyun always kept her belongings in a hidden compartment of her backpack.

Pei Leyun took the tissue and whispered, "Xiao Yu, you're so kind."

"I really, really love you."

"I will die without you."