Grace Miller silently looked at himself in the mirror—so young, so inexperienced—as countless memories replayed and flowed through his mind.

  “Huaguo? Isn’t that China?” Having read countless online novels, he already had some guesses. Still, his mind was a bit muddled.

  He stood in front of the mirror for more than ten minutes.

  “Xiaofei?” A concerned voice sounded from behind Grace Miller, suddenly interrupting him and snapping him out of his silence. Grace Miller shivered and quickly turned around. It was his mother, Sarah Carter, her slightly plump face looking at him with confusion.

  “What’s wrong? You child, why haven’t you changed your clothes yet? It’s almost time to eat, hurry up!” Sarah Carter gave Grace Miller a push on the back. “Get ready quickly, there are things to do later.”

  Hurriedly putting on his black-and-white high school uniform, Grace Miller ate the meal almost entirely filled with nostalgia. It wasn’t until Sarah Carter left to run errands that he finally started to clear his head and sort out some clues. Sitting on the sofa, idly flipping through TV channels, he methodically organized the information he currently had.

  “First, I’ve returned to my second year of high school, which means it should be seven years ago. There’s no doubt about this; my current physical condition matches exactly how I was in my second year. Second, this isn’t exactly the same world as before.” Grace Miller looked speechlessly at the four large, exceptionally clear characters “Huaguo Chronicle” on the TV. The name of this program explained, to some extent, the confusion he’d felt earlier when looking at the calendar.

  He had originally been just an ordinary young graduate, only a few years into his career, from a second-tier university, an average middle and high school, stumbling through elementary school—almost the most standard product of the “ordinary person” model: no waves, no twists. Everything was so plain and uneventful. His father, David Miller, was an ordinary small bookstore owner; his mother, Sarah Carter, was an elementary school teacher at a local school. His younger sister, Henry Miller, on the other hand, was dazzlingly outstanding—a universally beloved, invincible beauty. He had thought his life would pass by in this unremarkable, uneventful way, never expecting that, at the moment of his death, he would suddenly encounter a scene that only appears in movies.

  Recalling that red-haired man, Grace Miller remembered that, in that fleeting moment, he saw his sister and two others, and that man, with a large mass of flames and icy blue mist entangled in the air between them. That was why he was stunned at first, thinking it was a movie being filmed.

  He was just an extremely ordinary person who liked reading novels and occasionally daydreamed, but in that situation, it was obvious that his sister Henry Miller couldn’t be an ordinary person. With corpses all over the ground, why was Henry Miller the only one who survived? Why did the tragedy happen in his own home and not elsewhere? The root of everything must be that his sister Henry Miller wasn’t an ordinary person. Even if she was, she must have some unknown connection with those extraordinary people, and that connection was the culprit that brought disaster to their parents and himself.

  “So, if Henry Miller isn’t an ordinary person…” Sitting on the sofa, Grace Miller quickly analyzed in his mind. He had always been intelligent, just lazy and lacking life goals. Now, with all his attention focused, his thoughts quickly became clear.

  “I remember in my third year of high school, there was a period when Henry Miller suddenly became unusually excited and energetic. At school, there were even rumors that she was seen walking with some unfamiliar adults. The teachers called home several times to warn us, but after our mother Sarah Carter called Henry Miller in for a private talk, everything stopped. Grace Miller still remembered what his sister said at the time—‘I understand.’”

  Just that one sentence, and no matter how much Sarah Carter asked afterward, she remained silent. After that, there were no more rumors at school.

  “When I was about to take the college entrance exam in my third year, and my sister was about to enter high school, that should have been the beginning of the change. This is ninety percent likely.” Grace Miller recalled carefully. For this beautiful sister who was countless times more outstanding than himself, he had actually paid silent attention to her many times. So these memories were still fairly clear.

  “In other words, there’s a hidden world in this world that I never knew about? That flame and blue mist definitely weren’t an illusion. For someone like me, who had trained in self-defense and combat for a while, to be completely unable to react—such experts aren’t easy to come across!” You know, he had trained in self-defense and combat sports specifically to strengthen his body. He could easily handle one or two big guys in a fight. After all, he had practiced real combat skills for four years since college.

  He confirmed the reality of what he saw before his death.

  Suddenly, Grace Miller felt his entire worldview collapse.

  “Even I have a day of rebirth. Then it’s acceptable that those unbelievable movie scenes are real.” He closed his eyes, feeling the weak yet vibrant life force in this body. “By inertia, if I remain oblivious and unchanged, maybe this life will end up repeating the same scene as before my death. Seven years—even if heaven let me be reborn seven years ago, what right does an ordinary person like me have to change anything?”

  He asked himself mockingly.