I waited for you for fifteen years

**Warning: Contains numerous sensitive elements and a convoluted timeline. Proceed with caution! If you feel offended, I take no responsibility!** As someone who has died twice and experienced soul transmigration multiple times, nothing in this world can stir up much of a ripple in my heart anymore. The third time I transmigrated, I was 16, and Zhang Youning was 17. Zhang Youning was the new neighbor, a beautiful sister who didn’t talk much. Later, I learned she wasn’t unwilling to talk—she couldn’t speak. I spent a whole night learning sign language, knocked on her door early the next morning, and clumsily signed to tell her my name was Wen Ling. The sister was very warm, inviting me ...