Looking around, a thought crept into my mind: could this be the scene where Thirteen will be imprisoned in the future?

This study clearly belongs to Thirteen, only it's much more dilapidated now.

He Yue carefully examined the thirteen-year-old man in front of her; this was what he would look like more than ten years later.

But why would she dream of a scene from thirteen or more years in the future?

“No, you are not him.” He Yue’s tone was firm, and her gaze returned to its coldness.

Although the man before her looked like Thirteen, and even Thirteen more than a decade later, he was ultimately not her Thirteen.

Thirteen was still waiting for her outside; she couldn't mistake someone else for him.

Moreover, she always felt that this kind of thing was a bit strange, and she had a vague unease in her heart.

“I am him, don’t deceive yourself. Don’t you want to stay? Stay with me, and we can be together for the rest of our lives, or you can take me away, and my suffering will end. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Sensing her aloofness, the "Thirteen" in front of him slowly curled his lips into a smile, his eyes gentle enough to drip with water, yet filled with endless expectation.

That gaze was like a gentle vortex that completely captivated He Yue's mind. Instantly, He Yue's eyes became dazed, staring directly into his eyes, motionless.

Her hand was once again held in his, and the red thread in her palm suddenly lit up, radiating a familiar heat. The two red threads echoed each other, intertwined, and became one.

The "Thirteen" before her seemed to have become the Thirteen from her memory, with the same gentle and bright gaze, as if she were the only one in his eyes.

"Look, our fates are intertwined, and we should be together forever. As long as we stay together, nothing else matters. You don't have to work so hard. I will only love you in this lifetime, and only you." He coaxed her gently, his gaze sincere, locking onto her eyes, and pulled her into his arms.