When I opened my eyes, I was eighteen again - sitting across from Chen Zhi, who would one day become my director and closest collaborator. Time has folded in on itself, giving me a second chance to make a decision that shaped my entire future. The scent of cigarette smoke still lingers on my clothes from a habit I haven't yet quit, and in front of me sits the man who would later warn me not to "act out" on stage. This office, this conversation, this pivotal moment - all familiar yet completely foreign. How did I get here? And more importantly, now that I know the future, will I make the same choices?