Chapter 3: Return to the Lost Warmth
While "Jin Yan" was drowning in checking the golden system screens, a voice he hadn't heard in an eternity pierced the silence of his thoughts... a voice that used to visit him only in his bitter dreams before his death.
"Jin Yan! You lazy bone, are you going to sleep all day? Come down for breakfast!"
Jin Yan froze in his place, his violet eyes widening in awe. "This... this is my mother's voice?" He rushed towards the door, his feet stumbling as he ran down the wooden stairs of the house at a frantic speed. When he reached the lobby of the house, his breath stopped. There, around the simple wooden table, they all sat as if time had not touched them.
His father who was reading his newspaper with dignity, his mother who was placing the dishes with tenderness, his older brother "Jin Han", and his sisters... they were all younger, their faces free from the wrinkles of worry that had settled in his past life.
At that moment, his older brother approached with a proud smile, and took out a small cardboard box from his pocket: "Stop looking at us as if you saw a ghost, I saved from my part-time job and bought you this... It's your first phone."
Jin Yan examined the box with trembling hands. Only now did he understand why he didn't find his smartphone in his room; he was eighteen years old, in that pivotal year preceding the appearance of the exam results and his entrance to the university.
"Thank you... thank you so much, brother," Jin Yan whispered with genuine gratitude, a feeling of warmth invading his broken heart. He had truly returned ten years back, to live again the moment his dreams began, but this time... with different rules.
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