My boyfriend perished during a geological expedition, leaving behind only three final messages. The first reported on his work, and the second asked his parents to forgive him. But the third was a confession to my best friend: "Qiao Xuan, you are my Quaternary Glacier." In my previous life, I gave up dancing and switched to geology just to follow them, only to spend my entire life regretting it. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I submitted my application to change majors. This time, I withdrew my application, left the group chat of the three of us, and turned toward my own stage. But Qin Jian, who had been so certain I would never leave him, was the first to panic.