Dilemma A classroom… submerged in the dark green water… Floating hair… the back of a girl… She turned around. It was Chen Anran’s face. She smiled at An Ruxin—a sweet, gentle smile. And for the first time, An Ruxin didn't hear her through a recording. She truly heard Chen Anran’s voice: “You’ve missed me all this time, haven’t you?” “W-What…” “I’ve missed you too…” “……” “I’m already dead, so even though we miss each other, we can never be…