Reborn for the third time, Sheng Shaoxi still died at twenty-eight.
Unwilling to accept it, I started over again. As usual, we met and fell in love, then disaster struck.
He began using his poor mental health as an excuse to visit his therapist again and again.
That was until I caught them kissing in the consultation room. Sheng Shaoxi gave a mocking laugh and said:
“You might think I’m crazy if I told you, but I really have died three times, and every time I died beside Xiao Ran.
“I was going to see how she’d save me, but now I think she must be bad luck. I’ll just stay away from her, and look, I’m doing fine.”
I quietly stepped back.
In the fourth life, whether he lived or died had nothing to do with me anymore.
It was time to live my own life.
