I died once.
Thirty-eight years old, a rented apartment in Shenzhen, sudden cardiac death. My landlord found me three days later. The last message on my phone was from my younger brother: "Sis, send me another twenty thousand. I want to trade in my car."
My mother died of cancer ten years ago. My father transferred the house to my younger brother and told me, "Zhaodi, you're married and no longer part of this family."
I spent 38 years as a disposable extra. The stepping stone for my family, the invisible worker at the factory, the ex-wife in my marriage, the castoff at work. Even my death was just a neighbor saying, "That woman? What a pity."
Then I opened my eyes.
September 1, 2000. Class 3, Grade 8, County No. 2 Middle School. I was fourteen. When I died in my previous life, no one remembered me. This time, I'll make everyone remember me.
My name is Chen Nian. I used to be called Chen Zhaodi. I was once a disposable extra, but not anymore.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
