Love...

When Yang Cheng opened her eyes again, she was standing on a familiar street.

The sun was setting.

It was the old neighborhood where she had lived as a child. The plane trees cast long shadows.

"Xiaochen—time to come home for dinner!"

Her mother's voice drifted from the kitchen, along with the smell of cooking.

In the living room, her father sprawled across the sofa watching the news. When he saw her, he patted the spot beside him.

"Come on, watch with Dad for a while."

Yang Cheng stood in the entryway without moving.

She looked down at her small hands—the hands she'd had at twelve.

"How did I get here?"

A strong sense that something was wrong lingered in her heart, but for some reason, she couldn't pin it down.

"What's wrong? Did Qianqian pick on you again? Don't tell me she secretly ruined your summer homework."

Summer homework!

Cold sweat broke out all over Yang Cheng.

Right. Her summer homework!

That awful Chen Qianqian had gone so far as to destroy her summer homework just to frame her.

It was true, but her teacher would never believe it!

"Hahahaha... So that's really what happened!"

Instead of comforting Yang Cheng, her father laughed mercilessly.

Yang Cheng's face fell.

"Rider Kick!"

"W-wait... Urgh!"

Her mother heard the commotion and came out of the kitchen to look.

On the sofa, her father rolled around clutching his stomach, while Yang Cheng knelt stylishly on one knee at the other end.

Her mother's voice turned cold.

"You two... honestly..."

Her mother asked Yang Cheng what had happened. Yang Cheng's eyes reddened, and she threw herself into her mother's arms.

After hearing her out, her mother looked torn between laughter and exasperation.

"What a mess... Don't worry. Mom loves you most. I'll explain it