The old woman, who had lived through nearly a century, quietly closed her eyes. Her children and grandchildren were gathered around her, and even her great-grandchildren were nearly old enough to marry. All things considered, she had few regrets. Her husband had died before her, and at least her mind was clear before she passed, unlike his, when he had been confused and dazed. But why did she still feel so empty inside? In this life, she had lived for her sons, her grandchildren, her daughter, and her husband. It seemed she had hardly ever lived for herself. And so she closed her eyes.
Waaah, why is it so noisy? It sounds like the crying is coming from me. Have I been reborn? I can't see clearly, but I hear someone saying, 'It's a girl. We have to raise a girl well, too. It doesn't matter if the flowers bloom before the fruit comes.' 'That's right, it doesn't matter,' a man's voice replied. Why does it sound like my father's voice?
Many days later, Xie Ying finally realized that she was living her life all over again. How could she have another chance? An old woman who had never kept up with the times, had never read novels or played games, and had never wanted to burden her children, was actually experiencing rebirth...
Now, Xie Ying, how will you live this life of yours?
