Ye Chen arrived at Li Sitong’s front door.
After ringing the bell, Li Sitong opened the door.
Seeing Li Sitong before him, Ye Chen froze.
Li Sitong was wearing a pink nightgown—utterly adorable.
If the fans of her previous life saw eighteen-year-old Li Sitong in pajamas, they’d go wild.
Noticing Ye Chen dazed, Li Sitong’s pretty face flushed. "What are you standing there for? Co in."
Ye Chen nodded, stepped inside, changed into slippers, and followed her into the bedroom.
It was the first ti Ye Chen had ever entered a girl’s private room.
Her room was pink-thed, with plush toys everywhere—perfectly matching her personality.
Under the desk-lamp lay a math test paper.
Every question except the final big one was already answered.
Li Sitong said, "I’ve thought about that last problem forever and still can’t solve it."
Ye Chen smiled. "Do it this way."
He then carefully explained on a sheet of scrap paper.
As Li Sitong listened, her gaze kept drifting to Ye Chen’s face.
Ye Chen looked incredibly handso when he was serious.
"Got it?" Ye Chen turned to ask her.
Caught off guard, Li Sitong blushed. "Ah, I...."
She hadn’t heard a word—his drop-dead looks had stolen her full attention.
Ye Chen tapped her head with a ruler. "Pay attention; I’ll explain again."
On the scrap paper he walked her through the problem once more.
Li Sitong nodded. "Amazing! Why didn’t I think of solving it like that? Ye Chen, you’re incredible!"
Ye Chen chuckled modestly. "So-so."
Li Sitong eyed him suspiciously. "How could you hide it? We’ve shared a desk for three years and I never realized you’re a super Top Student."
Just then a gust of wind fluttered across the desk, sending a sheet of paper to the floor.
Ye Chen casually picked it up.
Li Sitong’s heart tightened the mont she saw it.
Noticing her alarm, Ye Chen teased, "Don’t tell it’s a love letter to so guy."
He flipped it over—and froze.
On it were the lyrics and lody he’d sung that afternoon.
Back to the very beginning,
your youthful face in mory,
we’ve finally reached this day,
the old photo on the desk-pad.
...So lines were still blank—clearly Li Sitong hadn’t caught every word.
Face red, she said, "Your song was so beautiful I wanted to write out the lyrics and score."
Ye Chen smiled. "You could’ve just asked; I’d sing it for you anyti."
With that he picked up the guitar leaning against the desk.
"Tell you what—let dedicate a song to you."
"Really?" Li Sitong’s eyes sparkled.
"Mm. This one’s for you alone."
Ye Chen rembered that in his previous life, when he’d closed his eyes for the last ti, Li Sitong had wept broken-heartedly.
Back then she was already a major celebrity; the courage it took to appear at his hospital bedside wasn’t lost on him.
Reborn, Ye Chen would cherish this girl before him.
By the windowsill a girl propped her chin, gazing dreamily at the boy.
"I really miss you in every rainy season; what you chose to forget is what I can’t bear to lose."
Possessing the Song God Master, Ye Chen’s voice was now truly divine.
Watching him strum, Li Sitong was utterly entranced.
Under the moonlight he played; she leaned nearby, eyes only for him.
In each other’s gaze no one else existed.
It felt as though the whole world held only the two of them!
Bathed in moonlight, Li Sitong’s head unconsciously rested on Ye Chen’s shoulder.
Ye Chen’s voice lifted into the soaring chorus.
"How did I fall for her and decide to take her ho, giving up everything I had—nothing matters anymore."
Gazing at the gentle Li Sitong, Ye Chen softly delivered the final line.
"Paper is too short to tell of our youth back then."
My story is still all about you!
My story is still all about you.
As he sang, mories of his past life flashed before him.
Heaven had granted him rebirth and a system;
he would no longer let down the two girls who had loved him most in that previous life.
When the last guitar chord faded the room sank into breathless silence.
Ye Chen looked at Li Sitong and suddenly said, "Si Tong, thank you."
"Thank ?" She blinked in surprise.
"What for?" she asked, shyly eting his eyes.
Ye Chen smiled gently. "Thank you for being the most beautiful mory of my youth."
Listening to his song, starlight seed to shimr in Li Sitong’s eyes.
She’d never imagined her desk-mate could be so gifted.
"Ye Chen, what’s this song called?"
"’Paper Is Too Short for Love.’"
Li Sitong giggled foolishly. "This ti I recorded it—I’ll set it as my ringtone and listen every single day; it’s beautiful."
"By the way, when did you learn guitar? I rember you used to be tone-deaf."
Of course Ye Chen couldn’t tell the truth.
"Actually, I didn’t want to stand out before; I just wanted to be ordinary, but later I changed my mind."
"Changed your mind?" Li Sitong was puzzled.
Ye Chen nodded. "Life is short; I don’t want regrets."
Just then headlights flashed outside the window.
Li Sitong’s face paled. "Oh no—Dad’s ho."
"Your dad’s back?" Ye Chen froze.
"Didn’t you say he wouldn’t return until after midnight?"
After all, they were still in Senior Year of High School.
If her father found a boy hiding in his daughter’s room, would he beat Ye Chen to a pulp?
"What do we do?" Panic crept into Ye Chen’s voice.
Li Sitong thought fast. "Hide first."
"Okay!"
She opened the wardrobe; Ye Chen was about to slip inside when she spotted bras hanging above.
Her cheeks burned scarlet.
"No—can’t hide there."
She shut the wardrobe door.
Ye Chen was dumbfounded.
That had been the single best hiding spot in the room.
Already the sound of the front door opening echoed from downstairs.
Li Sitong glanced at the quilt on the bed. "Got it—get under the blanket."
"Under the blanket?"
Ye Chen was stunned.
Reborn, he’d never imagined he’d end up hiding inside his desk-mate’s quilt.
His desk-mate—the future National Goddess.
Could life get any sweeter?
Footsteps now echoed on the stairs.
Without ti to hesitate, Ye Chen slipped beneath Li Sitong’s quilt.
Li Sitong climbed in too, propped against the headboard with a book open, pretending to read.
Just then the bedroom door swung open.
Her father, reeking of alcohol, stepped inside!
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