Summary
On the second day after I got together with the campus belle, I somehow transmigrated ten years into the future.
The moment I opened my eyes, a little kid was lying by my bed, timidly calling me Dad.
My heart leaped with joy.
I thought the campus belle and I had actually made it to the finish line.
But then, in the storage room, I found a shattered wedding photo.
My wife ten years from now wasn’t the campus belle at all.
It was her.