Fu Jie was invited to attend the last carnival party of his high school career.

In order to get together with his friends, he returned to the United States two days earlier, and then made an appointment with two good classmates to go to the party the next evening.

But for some reason, Fu Jie didn't go the next day and directly avoided the tragic car accident.

This is such a blessing that it still makes me scared when I think about it.

…

Fu Xun frowned: "Why are you talking about this?"

Then he heard Fu Jie in front of him suddenly ask a serious question: "Do you believe that there are people who can predict the future?"

“…”

Fu Xun's expression of 'are you okay?' was enough to answer Fu Jie.

"I know you won't believe it, so don't ask anymore. It's hard to explain it in just a few words."

Fu Xun raised his hand and said "huh". If he didn't want to say anything, then he didn't want to say anything. He had already determined that Fu Jie suddenly changed the subject in order to avoid being teased by him, and the change was so outrageous.

Fu Jie knew what Fu Xun was thinking from his expression, but he didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked far away in the direction of the car. Fu Xun didn't believe it, so he naturally didn't tell Fu Xun: In fact, he was going to attend the party, but Yan Qingyue told him, "Fu Jie! Don't go to the party! You will die if you go!"

At that time, Fu Jie didn't know Yan Qingyue at all. He thought that this strange girl was mentally ill and tried to avoid her with an expressionless face.

But Yan Qingyue's next words froze him in place.

"Three years ago, someone rushed out in the middle of the street and told you that your mother was killed by your father."

Fu Jie was completely stunned.

Yan Qingyan continued, "I paid that person to come find you."

Fu Jie looked at this girl who seemed to be about the same age as himself. He looked at her with caution and incredulity and asked, "...Who are you and why do you know all this?"

Yan Qingyue shook her head: "I have no ill intentions. We don't even know each other. It's me. I always have dreams, and those dreams will eventually become reality."

"You can doubt me, but Fu Jie, you really can't go out tomorrow."

This isn't a TV show or a fantasy novel.

This is really ridiculous.

But for some reason, when Fu Jie looked at Yan Qingyue, he instinctively felt a sense of conviction towards her and unconsciously wanted to believe her.

In the end, he chose to stay at home, just as Yan Qingyue said, and stay at home all day.

So that night, he saw the news about the car accident on the news. The license plate number that flashed on the TV screen and was salvaged from the water was exactly the familiar license plate number of his classmate's car.

…

"What about Crescent Moon?"

Fu Jie's wandering thoughts were pulled back again by Fu Xun.

"You don't want this girl to stay in our house like this forever, do you?"

Fu Jie answered unexpectedly firmly: "Well, she can't go anywhere."

"No, why is this happening? What's the reason?" Fu Xun couldn't figure it out.

Fu Jie's eyes were gloomy and he said nothing.

In Fu Xun's opinion, Fu Jie and Yueya have a close relationship and there must be some entanglement.

But the fact was that the day Fu Jie sent Yueya to Fu's house was only the third day after they first met, and they had never known each other before that.

But the crescent moon had appeared in Fu Jie's dreams more than once.

Fu Jie remembered her name, her voice, and her appearance clearly.

And in every dream, Yueya died miserably.