Chapter 1130: Ye Xingguang Is Designated as a National Treasure 10
"I promise not to change anything, just secretly go back and kiss the ugly duckling."
"Hmph, you say I’m pretty, but now you’re calling me the ugly duckling. It’s in the third drawer from the top in front of you. But even if you go back in time, you won’t be able to see me. Back then, Wang Zimei wouldn’t allow outsiders to see me, not even my grandma when she visited our home. How would you kiss the ugly duckling that I was back then?"
Ye Junqing pulled open the third drawer, found a small velvet box inside, and saw a small pearl-like bead in it. He held it in his hand, "Is this it?"
"Yes, swallow it, then focus on the moment you most want to return to, and you can go back with your mind. But it’s only for an hour, after an hour your mind will return, and if you’ve changed anyone’s life trajectory, everything will be different when you come back."
Ye Junqing nodded, the thought moved him.
He sat at the head of the bed, thought carefully about what moment he should return to, asked her to think about when she became ill and no one cared about her.
Ye Xingguang said, "After I donated bone marrow to Xia Yanyan, when I got sick, no one really cared about me. By then, my brother was already in junior high and didn’t come back often. It was around when I was six, I remember it was a weekend, Xia Yanyan’s birthday, and a lot of kids came over, but they wouldn’t let me go downstairs and told me to stay in my room. If you want to go to Xia’s Family, that day might be a chance."
Ye Junqing answered with a hum, eager to try, but asked, "When is Xia Yanyan’s birthday?"
Ye Xingguang gave a date.
Ye Junqing really couldn’t remember what he was doing that day, so he could only swallow the regret pill, focus his mind, wanting to return to a certain year, month, day, and time...
In an instant, Ye Junqing found himself much smaller, wearing a school uniform, sitting in a classroom, probably still in school.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling"
The vague school bell sound pulled Ye Junqing back into the ’past’ reality.