"Brother Xiao Ling, where are we going for our seven-day National Day holiday?"
In Room 101, Unit 1, Building 1 of a government resettlement complex in Ji City, a petite, sweet-looking girl whose smile revealed two little dimples looked at the boy before her and asked with a smile.
The girl was so beautiful that her sweet smile left Xiao Ling momentarily dazed. He kept looking around at his surroundings.
I... have I transmigrated back again?
Or was everything I went through before just a dream?
Xiao Ling remembered his soul transmigrating into Battle Through the Heavens, his rise to become a ruler, and even becoming good friends with Liu Feng, Xiao Yan, and the others from the main timeline...
Could it be... that all of that was a dream?
"Brother Xiao Ling, what are you thinking about?" The girl came up to Xiao Ling, bent forward slightly, and waved her small, jade-like hand before his eyes.
Clearly displeased by his absentmindedness, she pouted her little lips and waited for an explanation.
"Ah... nothing, nothing." Coming back to his senses, Xiao Ling hastily replied.
"Really?" The girl blinked her beautiful, wide eyes and asked, "Then why did you space out?"
Hearing her question, Xiao Ling said nothing. He simply took her small hand and gave it a gentle tug. With a startled cry from the girl, he pulled her into his embrace and wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
"Xiao Nuo, I missed you. So, so much..."
Honestly, he had never expected to return to his teenage years, those days he missed so dearly, when a little shadow would always have breakfast ready for him every morning when he woke up.
But everything had changed the year he graduated at eighteen.
He had majored in new media, which made