Chapter 2

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Olivia had been reborn, so why didn't she come to find me first? Why did she choose to seek out Ethan instead?

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I called her, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Olivia, you've been reborn too, haven't you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end before she answered with a single word.

"Yes."

Excited by the fact that we had both been reborn, I momentarily forgot about her interaction with Ethan.

"That's wonderful, Olivia! Our wish came true! We'll be together again in this life!"

I was beside myself with joy, completely oblivious to the lack of enthusiasm from the person on the other end of the line.

When Olivia was preparing for her major transfer exam, I made sure to remind her.

"Make sure you study hard to get into my medical program, okay? We promised each other we'd live more successful lives this time around."

She agreed without hesitation, spending seven to eight hours studying in the library every day.

I was very pleased.

It seemed that she felt guilty about not getting in last time, and was now determined to work hard for me and be with me.

I was the only one in Olivia's heart. That day, she must have just bumped into Ethan and caught up with an old friend.

Every day, I dreamed of the wonderful college life Olivia and I would have in the same major.

I even imagined our future, continuously advancing in the medical field, becoming an outstanding couple in this domain.

Until one day, I accidentally saw Olivia's major transfer application.

The intended major she had written down wasn't medicine at all.

It was psychology - Ethan's major.

In that instant, the confusion in my heart became a tangled mess.

I angrily confronted Olivia.

"Didn't we agree that you'd transfer to the medical program so we could work hard together? How could you secretly change to psychology behind my back?"

Her eyes filled with tears, seemingly frightened by my tone. She looked very upset by my questioning.

"I'm sorry, it's just that the medical program is really too difficult to get into. And I found that I'm still more interested in psychology. We've been given a second chance at life, I want to study something I like."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, please don't be angry."

She held my hand, her fingers gently swaying on mine.

My gaze was fixed on her face, trying to read her inner thoughts through her eyes.

But looking at her smile, her brows, even her lightly trembling eyelashes, I felt deeply drawn to her.

She kept whispering in my ear, begging for my forgiveness.

My resolve wavered.

"If you really like psychology that much, then I support you."