Zhang Meng died in a dark basement. Before she died, the debt collectors outside pounded on the door as if they were about to smash it down. Her best friend, whose number was saved in her phone, wouldn't even answer her calls, leaving her only a utterly heartless letter. Reading the words on the page, Zhang Meng closed her eyes, consumed by hatred. When she opened them again, she had returned to a year earlier. She was still an actress who hadn't taken the wrong path, and there was still time to change everything! But who was this man who kept following me around?
