The third time was when he was hit by a dump truck in high school. He went back to the road twenty minutes earlier to prevent another pedestrian from being hit and killed. Lin Xing was scolded by the other person for being mentally ill.,But even when class time had passed, there was still no one else in the classroom besides him. Not even the school bell rang.,A familiar feeling kept swirling in her mind, as if some important memory was trying to resurface. Yet Lin Xing couldn't for the life of her remember what it was.。