Yesterday Once More

Lin Yuan's hand rested lightly on the doorknob. His fingertips touched the cold metal, but his heartbeat remained steady as a rock.

Even through the door, he could clearly sense the faint breathing of the visitor outside.

If he had been a spy in a movie, he would probably have yanked the door open, lunged out like lightning, and driven an elbow straight into the other person's face.

But there was no need for that with Lin Yuan.

His neural reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. At such close range, nothing the other person did could possibly hurt him.

So Lin Yuan twisted his wrist. The doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened.

He wanted to see just what kind of "surprise" the person outside had prepared for him.

The figure outside the door entered Lin Yuan's sight:

Golden curls he had stroked countless times, blue eyes he had looked into countless times, that tall, alluring figure...

Every detail was painfully familiar. Lin Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, and an unbelievable surge rose in his heart.

Taylor Swift?

Lin Yuan froze, as if time had solidified at that very moment.

Why was she here?

Shouldn't she have been in Nashville, busy preparing for tomorrow night's concert?

Yet everything before him was so real—Taylor Swift stood gracefully before him, smiling at the corners of her lips, with that familiar hint of mischief in her eyes.

Her smile was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the stillness of the night and illuminating the space around them.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to speak, Taylor Swift beat him to it with a smile. "You're Lin Yuan, right?"

Those words were like a key, instantly opening the floodgates of memory.

Lin Yuan paused slightly, then realized—this had been the first thing she