Reborn, I Rekindled Our Romance in Record Time

I was reborn. Reborn on the very day I died... No, wait.

Who can relate, friends? Getting forced to work overtime was bad enough.

The one who got hit by a car was innocent, naive me, who'd just gotten lucky, struck it rich, and was crying with joy.

Thankfully, I really was reborn, on the day I had just graduated. Then someone proposed to me on the subway, and I said yes.

Because he was my ex-husband, whom I hadn't seen in three years.

He looked more handsome and fair-skinned, but also poorer. Mr. Third-Generation Rich, how did you end up having to squeeze onto the subway?

My situation was worse. Not only had the System kidnapped me, but somehow my memories didn't match everyone else's. And my ex-husband, with whom I was supposed to rekindle our relationship, had become gloomy and sentimental.

He said it was all my fault that he'd become possessive and obsessive.

They said it was all my fault, that I'd hurt my ex-husband terribly.

Was I the only one who didn't know I'd treated him like trash?!?

A secret marriage, a career change, a variety show.

The System seemed to be chasing some kind of performance target. In just a few months, it turned me into an unpredictable, cheating, two-timing psycho.

Then I finally snapped. The hell with this System; whoever wants to cooperate with it can go ahead.

Why does everyone know what happened after I was reborn except me?

Well, even if everyone says I'm the one who made a mess of things, I still want to glue the shattered pieces back together, even if I don't know the whole story.

But System, you keep throwing me into different timelines and worlds. If I'm guilty, just let me go.

Blogger and model Meng Yilin ✘ aloof, world-weary design director Yang Xun

All settings and worlds are fictional.