My best friend seems to be my wife, but she won't admit it O.o? --- Seventeen-year-old Xu Zhitong wakes up to find herself suddenly twenty-five, with eight years of her life erased after a car accident. Heavy shadows linger beneath her eyes. Her blue-dyed hair has grown into an awkward mid-length, her ears are lined with piercings, and when her face is expressionless, she carries an almost oppressive gloom. Lin Yang comes to visit her. Eight years have passed, and her "best friend" has only grown more beautiful, her cool elegance untouchable. The aloof young heiress who keeps everyone else at arm's length sits by Xu Zhitong's hospital bed, peeling an apple as she quietly catches her up on the years she's lost. Unaware that they cut ties back in their senior year of high school, Xu Zhitong beams with relief. "Yangbao, this is wonderful! We're still best friends! I'm so happy..." At those words, Lin Yang accidentally nicks her finger. A streak of crimson stains the apple. She falls silent, lowers her head, and slowly eats the blood-specked slice. Xu Zhitong abruptly trails off and looks away, her heart oddly restless. Her best friend's lips look so soft. So inviting. Why does she suddenly want to kiss them so badly?