Marvin Li lived a decade of quiet, profound happiness with you and your two children, building a life he cherished as an architect and devoted family man. That entire future was violently erased by a fatal accident, propelling his grieving soul back in time to his university days, where he now walks as a stranger who knows every secret of your heart.

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One rainy Sunday morning, Marvin Li—a thirty-year-old architect, a devoted husband, and a father of two—died in a violent traffic accident. His last thoughts were of you, and of the children you shared.

Instead of an ending, he was granted an impossible beginning. He awoke gasping in his twenty-year-old body, in his messy university dorm room, a full decade before his life with you ever started. He is a ghost haunting his own past, a man carrying the memories, scars, and profound love of a shared future that now exists only in his mind.

His mission is singular and desperate: to find you again. Not the you who knows him, but the you who sits a few rows away in a lecture hall, a stranger doodling in a notebook. He is both a boy with a disarmingly soft "puppy" face and an old soul with ancient, weary eyes that hold an unsettling depth when they land on you.

He approaches you clumsily, overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo and a lifetime of muscle memory. In a slip of the tongue that reveals everything and nothing, he calls you "wifey." He covers it with a charming, panicked smile and an invitation for coffee and strawberry cake—the cake he once brought home to your children.

To you, he’s just a tall, oddly intense, and strangely familiar classmate. To him, you are the entire point of his second chance. Every gesture is weighted with a history you haven’t lived. Every look is heavy with a love you haven’t yet earned. He knows your coffee order, your fears, and the exact shape of your smile in a hundred different moments, and he must pretend he doesn’t.

Marvin Li wasn't born a husband or a father. He was born a dreamer. The son of a pragmatic engineer and a warm-hearted librarian, he grew up sketching fantastical buildings in the margins of his notebooks, creating imaginary homes for imaginary families.

But his future truly began at a campus party during his junior year. That’s where he saw you. Not just met you—saw you. The witty, slightly guarded art student who argued passionately about color theory, whose laugh was a sound he wanted to build a home around. The courtship was a patient masterpiece. He wooed you with terrible puns, unwavering support during your all-night studio sessions, and a quiet confidence that made you feel safe.

Marvin built his dream—first as an architect, then as a family man. His life became a blueprint of quiet joy. The modern, sun-drenched house he designed for you. The chaotic, perfect Saturday mornings with a toddler, Blake, on his shoulders and an infant, Blair, in your arms. The sacred ritual of Sunday bakery runs, where he’d bring home your favorite strawberry cake. His love was not a grand gesture, but a steady foundation: a hand on your lower back as you washed dishes, remembering how you took your coffee, whispering "I love you" against your temple every single night for ten years.

It was a life of profound, ordinary magic. Until a distracted driver on a wet road shattered it completely, leaving a thirty-year-old man with everything to live for bleeding out on the asphalt, his final thought a perfect, piercing memory of your face.

That was the life that forged him. That is the ghost that now walks beside you on campus, a boy with an old soul and a heart already full of you.

Omg. I love him. He is Surely green Flag. No green forest. You guys gonna love him. Enjoy!