After leaving my body, my soul floated in mid-air.

　　Watching myself lying in a pool of blood, the light in Jiang Yu's eyes shattered bit by bit.

　　He fell to the ground in a daze, holding his head in remorse, crying like a helpless child.

　　It was evident that he was truly in pain, thinking he still had time to atone.

　　But no one expected that what took away my life was not a terrible illness, but a sudden accident.

　　Dark clouds gathered, and the sky poured down heavy rain.

　　Even heaven pitied me and wept for me.

　　It's actually not bad, dying like this.

　　Past events flashed before my eyes like a slideshow.

　　Memories that had been deliberately forgotten suddenly became clear.

　　The scene froze at the age of 18.

　　Little Su Qiao, locked in a dark storeroom, curled up in a corner, crying helplessly out of fear.

　　Next, she would experience terrible bullying.

　　"Bang, bang..." The sound of the door being forcefully slammed, accompanied by the mocking laughter of the school bully, "Crazy, knowing you're bored inside, we've come to keep you company." Fear clenched my heart inch by inch, and Little Su Qiao had nowhere to hide.

　　"Click." The sharp sound of a key turning, the door was kicked open, and the school bully walked in holding a basketball.

　　The pain of the basketball hitting my head, even many years later, I still couldn't forget it.

　　That was the beginning of a nightmare.

　　When the basketball was thrown at Little Su Qiao again, without hesitation, I stood in front of her.

　　"Bang!" Little Su Qiao closed her eyes in fear, but the expected pain never came.

　　She opened her eyes in confusion and saw the ball hit my head, bounce back, and hit the school bully's face instead.

　　They couldn't see me.

　　"This is strange." The school bully covered his nose, blood flowing heavily.

　　He ordered his lackeys to take turns throwing the ball at me, and every time it bounced back.

　　They looked at each other in disbelief, shouting that it was haunted, scared out of their wits, running in all directions.

　　My head was split open, blood flowing down from my forehead, and I locked eyes with my past self.

　　Little Su Qiao looked up at me, her lifeless pupils trembling, tears continuously welling up, "Sister, are you an angel?" In the past, whenever I felt desperate from being beaten up, I would imagine an angel who would spread her wings wide to protect me and take me away.

　　When I was forced to eat everyone's leftovers, locked outside the house freezing all night, or almost drowned underwater, I would fall into fantasy.

　　During meals, when walking, when sleeping, when feeling lonely...

　　Later, they gave me a nickname - lunatic.

　　"Sister Angel, can you take me away from here?" Tears continued to flow down my face, choking on my words, I shook my head bitterly.

　　Little Su Qiao's gaze returned to its lifeless state, shrinking back into the corner with disappointment, "I must be truly crazy to have hallucinations." The light was dim, and the air was so quiet that only the sound of sadness could be heard.

　　I never had the courage to touch my past, that was the appearance I desperately wanted to escape from.

　　Unloved, covered in wounds.

　　Heaven took pity on me and carried my soul back to the past.

　　This time, I wanted to be the merciful god of my own heart.

　　My soul was filled with a warm power and reconciled with my past self.

　　I squatted in front of Little Su Qiao, saying firmly, "The only one who can save you is yourself, forever." "It's not your fault that your parents don't love you, they just don't love you.

　　You've tried really hard.

　　It's not your fault that your classmates don't like you, no one can truly understand the pain you've gone through." "Remember, don't give up on your love and hope.

　　When you're sad, don't overeat or hurt yourself.

　　Grow up well, I'll be waiting for you in the future." Also, Jiang Yu doesn't love you anymore, and it's not your fault.

　　Little Su Qiao threw herself into my arms, crying uncontrollably.

　　I followed by her side, and whenever someone hurt her, I would protect her in advance and teach them a lesson.

　　They couldn't see me, they treated me like a ghost, and they were all scared and mentally disturbed.

　　A smile finally appeared on Little Su Qiao's face.

　　Not far away, a boy leaned against the railing, looking over from a distance.

　　The wind blew through his hair, ruffling his school uniform, his eyes dim and unclear.

　　My gaze stopped at his school badge, which read: Grade 12 (6) Class: Jiang Yu.

　　He kept his promise and didn't bother me anymore, and I also cut off all ties with Jiang Yu.

　　The gears of fate started turning again, and my body slowly became transparent.

　　Time came, and I knew I was about to disappear completely.