Chapter 622
Rebecca looked at the boy, feeling both familiar and distant.
The familiar part was his refined features and cool expression. The strange part was the questioning look in his usually indifferent eyes-a look that suggested there were still things in this world he cared about.
“What do you mean?” she asked back.
This week, she really had been out of it. She was trapped in this dream and couldn’t wake up.
She had thought that since her longest sleep before had lasted five days, she would simply wait it out. Now five days had passed, and she was still here.
So, of course, she had been drifting through the week in a daze. Had she really taken over her younger self’s body? Was she unable to go back?
“You’ve been ignoring me when I talk to you, but you’re all smiles with Darren from the next class. What are you doing?” Vance’s voice carried an inexplicable edge of irritation.
She was baffled. “When have I been chatting and laughing with Darren?”
“Last Monday!” he replied with a frown. “You two came to school together. He even bragged about going to your house for dinner. When did you two get so close?”
She involuntarily stepped back, unsettled by his fiery attitude. In high school, Vance always had that annoying look as if he was the only one sober and everyone else was an idiot.
“We didn’t come to school together,” she replied thoughtfully. “We just happened to meet at the gate.”
“Happened to meet? And he just happened to have dinner at your house, too?” Vance pressed aggressively.
She paused, then nodded. “Yeah, it indeed was a coincidence.”
They had coincidentally taken the same bus, and Darren’s friend had coincidentally stood him up.
She pulled her backpack free and got on the bus.
As the familiar scenery passed by, her brows remained tightly knitted. The earlier conversation with Vance had never happened in her original high school days.
“What is going on? Have I really gone back in time?”
She had read plenty of those novels, but she still found it hard to believe it was happening to her. This state continued for nearly a month, and she was still there.
She began to waver. “Maybe, I have truly returned to the past. Would everything really start over like in those stories?”
She still had doubts, but she started thinking about what she would do if this were real. All the ups and downs of the next ten-plus years had stemmed from her stubborn feelings for Vance.
If she could start over, she would not fall for him again. And if he had never met Catherine, many later tragedies might have been avoided.

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