第八章

Lin Qinghe stood by the table, still feeling unreal.

Had she really gone back to the past?

Reality had not changed. Gu Yuanzhou still went to the United States. She had broken up with him. That event had not disappeared either.

But the taste of coffee was still in her mouth.

That taste was both sweet and bitter. It told her that everything just now was not a dream.

The woman in white had returned to her seat. She sat down and picked up the book again.

Shi Yu came over carrying a cup of coffee. This coffee was new. She took away the cup Lin Qinghe had used and placed the new coffee before the woman in white.

The woman in white nodded gently and continued reading.

When Shi Yu walked back to the counter, she asked:

"How is it?"

Hearing this, Lin Qinghe finally understood that she had truly returned to a week ago.

She looked at Shi Yu and slowly asked, "Reality can't change at all, right?"

"Yes."

Lin Qinghe nodded.

She already knew this answer.

Gu Yuanzhou would still go to America. The breakup would not disappear either.

But she was no longer just sad.

She had heard Gu Yuanzhou's true words. She knew he did care about her. She had also heard that sentence, "After three years, I will definitely come back."

Then she asked again, "And what about the future?"

Shi Yu looked at her.

"You mean, from now on?"

Lin Qinghe nodded.

"And the future?"

Shi Yu smiled gently.

"The future has not yet appeared," she said, "Of course, it depends on how you seize it."

Lin Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

Then, her eyes lit up.

The past cannot be changed.

But the future has not been decided.

Gu Yuanzhou was going to America. She could not change that. But from now on, she could decide how to live her own life, and how to face him three years later.

Lin Qinghe paid for the coffee.

Then, she said to Shi Yu seriously, "Thank you."

She looked around the café. This café was small, located underground. There were no windows, the lights were dim, and there were many rules. But it was here that she heard those words. The words she had always wanted to hear.

She bowed gently to the café once.

The bell on the door rang.

Lin Qinghe walked out.

Shi Yu, as usual, lowered her head to tidy up the cash register.

The woman in white sat in that seat. That seat was special. She quietly closed the book in her hands.

The book title was "Lovers".