My husband Walker Torres and I loved each other for a lifetime. After sixty years together, we were reborn back to the 1980s. To meet Walker again, I arrived at our shared university early, but he was half a month late starting school. Watching Walker stride toward me with determined steps, sweetness and anticipation filled my heart. I had already decided that in this life, I would love him until we grew old together. But Walker walked right past me and stopped in front of Liliana Jimenez. “Hello, may I get to know you?” So in this life, Walker wanted to be with someone else. ***** Liliana said with a smile, “Eliana Watson, you wait at the school gate for hours every day. Who exactly are you waiting for? So many young, handsome classmates want to meet you, but you treat them like they’re invisible.” I ignored Liliana’s words, constantly looking toward the school gate, afraid I might miss Walker. I had been reborn, and the school gate was where Walker and I first met. In my previous life, Walker and I were an enviable couple. We got together in college, going from lovers to husband and wife. We went from having nothing to starting our own business, then to going public and becoming wealthy. We had fought, struggled, felt lost, and even despaired. In winter, we lived in a cold basement in Washington, relying on our love for each other to get through countless harsh winters. Even when we were down to our last coin and couldn’t afford food, we never thought of leaving each other. After the company went public, we moved into a big house. Our life became stable and peaceful, and we lived together for sixty years. Before dying, I lay in bed and asked Walker, “If we could go back sixty years, would you still choose to be with me without hesitation?” Walker gripped my hand tightly, and I felt the warmth from his palm. Then I closed my eyes in happiness. So after being reborn, even though all the male students showed interest in me—no matter how good their family backgrounds, looks, or character—I treated them all like air. I wanted to wait for Walker and be with him again. I never attended any social events at school. I told my classmates and friends that the person I loved would greet me at the school gate. So every day, I waited at the school gate for seven or eight hours, just waiting for Walker’s arrival. In my previous life, I met Walker on the first day of school. But in this life, Walker was surprisingly half a month late. Seeing that familiar figure outside the gate, a sweet and warm feeling welled up in my heart. Walker had a strong build, refined features, thick eyebrows, and bright, expressive eyes. Though his style wasn’t very fashionable, his clothes were very neat, and his tall stature made him stand out. Walker looked around as if searching for something. When he looked in my direction, he suddenly became excited and quickly walked toward me, just like in our previous life. I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and my heart began to race. It turned out that even in another life, I would fall in love at first sight with the person I had loved for a lifetime. I slowly raised my arm, ready to welcome my beloved and be with him again. But my hand stopped mid-air because Walker walked straight past me and stopped in front of Liliana beside me. He said, “Liliana, hello. I’ve known your name for a long time. May I get to know you?”
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at Walker in disbelief. I thought to myself: “Liliana? Eliana?” So he wanted to meet Liliana, not me, Eliana. I carefully recalled what happened in my past life. Since we were roommates, Liliana and I went to the campus entrance together after enrollment, constantly discussing which clubs we wanted to join. At that time, Walker approached us and said: “Eliana, hello. I’ve known your name for a long time. May I get to know you?” Since I had entered university with the top score in my major, classmates and teachers had expressed admiration for me all along the way, so I naturally assumed he was calling my name. I said: “Of course. I’m Eliana Watson. What’s your name?” A flash of shock crossed Walker’s eyes. At the time, I thought he was shocked that I had agreed so readily, but now I realize the real reason for his shock. After that day, Walker and I grew closer and closer, eventually becoming a campus couple. Classmates and teachers all said we were a perfect match. Later we got married, had children, and built our careers. Walker never expressed much emotion toward me, but I always thought he was just reserved. But watching Walker greet Liliana with such radiant charm, I realized he wasn’t the person he wanted to meet. Facing Walker’s radiant charm, Liliana answered without hesitation: “Of course. But why are you half a month late for enrollment?” Walker scratched his head sheepishly and smiled: “My grandmother suddenly became seriously ill on the first day of school, so I decided to postpone enrollment to spend more time with her. After all, nothing is more important than family.” Hearing his words, Liliana looked at him with admiration. In my past life, Walker told me his biggest regret was not seeing his grandmother Hannah Torres one last time. Hannah had died half a month before he received the death notice from his family. He blamed himself for this his entire life. But in this life, he actually postponed his enrollment deliberately, as if he knew in advance that Hannah would become ill. I wondered: “Could he have been reborn too?” On the way back to the dorm, Liliana said to me: “I have no resistance to responsible men who value family. Walker completely matches my fantasy of a partner.” I couldn’t help but wonder. In his past life, Walker deeply regretted not seeing Hannah before she died, so was he doing this for Hannah, or for Liliana? From that day on, Walker’s pursuit of Liliana became increasingly fervent and high-profile. He bought breakfast every day and waited for Liliana downstairs at the dorm, and after every class ended, he was punctually at the classroom door to pick her up. I remember in my past life when I wanted to go to the library with him to study, he would coldly tell me: “Campus is a place for learning, not for romance.” But now he was practically ready to publish his love for Liliana in the newspaper. Liliana was my good friend and often told me about her interactions with Walker: “Walker is really too good to me, so good that it feels somewhat unreal. He actually knows my shoe size and is very familiar with my shoulder width, bust, and waist measurements. He bought me many new clothes and shoes, but his taste is too tacky, and some clothes aren’t my style at all.” Liliana was the daughter of big boss Julian Jimenez, and she was very beautiful—the department beauty who had been pampered since childhood. Many people pursued her, including many who were wealthy, handsome, or very talented, and Walker was just the most ordinary among them. “These tops are too loose. I prefer fitted ones. Eliana, I’m giving them to you. They’re all brand new—I haven’t worn them.” Liliana then pulled out several pieces of clothing and handed them to me. In my past life, I was reluctant to buy new socks even when they had holes. Walker said others couldn’t see my socks, so as long as they were wearable, there was no need to waste money buying new ones. Because my socks had holes, my feet were rubbed raw with blister after blister inside my shoes. In winter, because my socks let in air, the blisters and chilblains on my feet flared up together, leaving me with mild complications in both legs after Christmas. This meant I couldn’t stand for long periods every winter. But now the new clothes and shoes Walker bought for Liliana almost filled her entire closet, with various styles and designs. So Walker did know how to love someone. In my past life, I had just been deceiving myself, thinking he was merely wooden and reserved. It had been raining recently, so all my clothes were damp. Only the top Liliana had given me was left in my closet, so I put it on to go to class. On the way, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me: “Eliana, stop!” I turned around and saw it was Walker. This was the first time he had spoken to me in this life. “Why are you wearing the clothes I bought for Liliana?” He looked at me with eyes full of disdain and accusation. “Even if you steal her clothes and imitate her style, your charm doesn’t match even one ten-thousandth of hers!” Hearing his words, my heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles. So in his eyes, I wasn’t worth even one of Liliana’s hairs. I explained: “Liliana gave this to me. My clothes aren’t dry yet, so I wore it.” Walker let out a cold laugh, then looked down at me condescendingly and said: “This is clothing I bought for her. You can’t wear it. Take it off.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stared at Walker in shock. Seeing that I hadn’t moved, Walker repeated, “Are you deaf? I told you to take it off.” With so many people on campus, Walker actually wanted me to strip in front of our classmates. In this era, public nudity could get you charged with indecency. In my past life, we had been together for 60 years. Even if he didn’t love me, after 60 years together, even a dog would have some feelings for me, right? But in this life, he actually wanted to destroy me. Seeing that I still hadn’t reacted, Walker actually tried to tear off my clothes. I panicked completely. Just then, I suddenly heard an angry roar from behind me: “Walker, what are you doing?” Liliana rushed over and shielded me behind her. Walker pointed at me and said softly to her, “Eliana stole your clothes. I wanted her to take them off and return them to you.” “I gave this to her—she didn’t steal it. Watch your words,” Liliana said angrily, then pulled me away without looking back. Back in the dorm, I asked her, “Liliana, what’s your relationship with Walker now?” Liliana scratched her head, looking hesitant and troubled: “Walker has confessed to me many times, but I haven’t given him a clear answer. Apart from claiming to be filial and responsible, there’s nothing attractive about him. Besides, my dad says my future husband must be a capable man.” Despite what she said, a month later, they officially started dating. There were rumors around school that Walker was pursuing Liliana so deliberately and purposefully because he had his eye on Julian’s wealthy merchant status. As someone from the countryside, Walker wanted to marry Liliana and become rich. These rumors quickly reached Julian’s ears. He immediately ordered them to break up or face serious consequences. Liliana had never been an obedient girl who let her parents control her. Hearing Julian’s words only strengthened her rebellious streak, and she insisted on staying with Walker. However, Julian was adamant and immediately cut off all of Liliana’s financial support. Liliana, who was used to spending money freely, began to panic. She hadn’t really liked Walker much to begin with—she was only with him to rebel against her parents. But now she had hurt herself instead. Her attitude toward Walker instantly turned cold, and she often hid in the dorm to avoid seeing him. Even when she ran into Walker on campus, Liliana would pretend not to see him and quickly walk away. Walker soon sensed Liliana’s change. One day, he found her and said confidently, “I will definitely become the kind of ‘capable man’ your father demands. Next month, I’m going to publish research that will make me famous nationwide.” Hearing these words, I felt deeply confused. As a marketing major, what kind of research could Walker publish? What research could make him famous nationwide? Then I froze, thinking: “Wait!” I suddenly remembered that next month, Washington was hosting the nation’s first undergraduate medical research competition, and as the top student in the medical school, I had been recommended by my professor to participate. I hadn’t expected my pharmaceutical research to win the gold medal and be purchased by a mysterious pharmaceutical tycoon for $100,000. The competition itself hadn’t attracted much attention, but the $100,000 price tag made me a national celebrity overnight. In the 1980s, $100,000 was a fortune. After all, the national average weekly wage was only $200. Everyone across the country was wondering what kind of genius girl had developed medicine worth $100,000. I kept thinking because I didn’t have much time left. In my past life, my knowledge was limited, and I had only researched ordinary cold and fever medication. If I enhanced my research this time to include multifunctional medicine that could treat sore throats, tonsillitis, and other complications, could I sell it for an even higher price? I worked tirelessly in the lab for an entire month, barely sleeping. Finally, on the day of the competition, I had just walked into the venue when I heard a chorus of admiration. A man said, “He’s so young, but he actually managed to develop a miracle drug. He’s incredibly capable.” A woman said, “I heard he’s not even a medical student. For him to cross disciplines and develop this kind of medicine—he’s simply a genius.” Another woman said, “Whoever marries this young man would be incredibly lucky.” The venue was filled with praise. I walked toward the crowd and found Walker happily chatting with others. The projector in the center of the venue displayed a miracle drug that was identical to the one I had researched. Whether it was the calculation process, chemical formula, or experimental results—everything was identical. The only difference was that this research bore the name “Walker Torres.” I suddenly remembered that in my previous life, after I won the award, Walker asked me for the original copy of my research report and memorized it repeatedly. I jokingly asked him, “You’re a marketing major. How did you suddenly become interested in medicine?” Walker looked at me tenderly and said, “This is my girlfriend’s first acclaimed work. I want to memorize it by heart as a keepsake.” At the time, I thought this was one of his rare romantic gestures. Now I see he had ulterior motives. Walker spotted me in the crowd immediately, then looked at me provocatively. He then turned to address the audience: “This is the result of my Christmas break research. I even spent seven days and seven nights straight in the lab without coming out. “Finally, I succeeded. After developing this miracle drug that benefits the country and its people, I feel all my hard work was worth it.” The venue erupted in thunderous applause. Everyone praised him as a rare genius. At that moment, my submitted competition report was also displayed on the projector, and everyone looked at the screen. In my competition report, both the research title and results were identical to Walker’s submission. Everyone in the venue was shocked. A man said, “Isn’t this report exactly the same as Walker’s?” A woman said, “What’s going on here? Did the organizers make a mistake?” Walker quickly walked up to me, then pulled out a document from his jacket. It was proof that he had preserved and notarized his report at a notary office a month ago, complete with an official government seal that couldn’t possibly be forged. Walker said, “I completed this research a month ago. To prevent plagiarism, I had my research results notarized at the notary office. If you don’t believe me, you can check with them.” The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, but they were all accusations directed at me. A woman said, “Thank goodness he got it notarized. Otherwise, his work would have really been stolen by her.” A man said, “If plagiarism is discovered among the contestants, the organizers shouldn’t just disqualify her—they should send her to prison.” Another man chimed in, “You’re absolutely right. If she doesn’t receive proper punishment, there will be plagiarism in every future competition.” The crowd’s condemnation seemed to cement my guilt. Walker apparently wasn’t ready to let it go and continued exaggerating to the crowd: “I heard Eliana got into university with top scores. Now I’m starting to have doubts. “Logically, as the top student in her major, even without plagiarizing, she should be able to produce original research. But clearly, she can’t. Could it be that her SAT scores were also obtained through cheating?” His intention was to get the university to expel me. Everyone present agreed with his speculation, suggesting the school document my fraud and cheating in my records, making me a pariah who would never find employment. Amid this frenzied chorus of condemnation, I slowly raised my head and smiled at Walker: “Take another careful look. Are our research reports really identical?”
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