Time Does Not Reincarnate

In late autumn, the remaining leaves are eroded, and graphite has burned out the last drop of hot oil for ideals. I wanted to blow the evening breeze on a tall building and think about life, but I didn't expect that my foot slipped and fell from the tall building. Yun was born in early spring. When he fell from a tall building, his consciousness was reborn six years ago. At this moment, with his foresight and already extremely smart mind, how should he write a new chapter... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.