At this moment.
Zhang Meng slowly opened his eyes from the endless darkness.
His consciousness seemed to rise from the depths of the sea, gradually becoming clear again.
He felt that his body was abnormally heavy.
Every breath felt as though it was draining away the last of his Life Force.
He knew that his lifespan had reached its end. The scenes that had played over and over in his nightmares had now become a reality he could not escape.
His heart was filled with regret.
The recklessness and impulsiveness of his youth, the opportunities he had missed, the ambitions he had failed to fulfill, and even those sweet romances—he no longer had the chance to enjoy any of them.
There was no greater sorrow in life than this.
In choices that seemed simple time and again, he had chosen wrong.
Each mistake had been small, but in the end, they had accumulated into a great one.
How he wished he could have one more chance to start over and correct those mistakes.
To fulfill those dreams.
At the end of his life, Zhang Meng's heart was filled with bitterness.
He closed his eyes, and tears slid from the corners of his eyes onto the cold bedsheet. He murmured softly, "If I could start over..."
Just then, a voice filled with pity sounded beside his ear. "Zhang Meng, do you really want to start over?"
Zhang Meng opened his eyes in surprise.
He saw a blurry figure by his bed gradually become clear.
It was a mischievous Little Girl.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and amusement.
There was also a trace of mystery in her smile.
"Who are you?" Zhang Meng's voice was hoarse and weak.
The Little Girl smiled.
Her voice was like a spring breeze brushing over a