[Top wealthy family➕Childhood sweethearts➕Paranoid concealment➕Love and hate entanglement➕Fateful reincarnation➕Time travel]
[Paranoid and tolerant boss] VS [Sweet, crazy and obsessive lover]
"Jiang Jin, you can only die in my hands."
Shen Zhao was reborn, carrying the memories of his previous life - Jiang Jin would die, at the age of thirty-five, somewhere she could not see.
In her last life, she was the most dazzling little sun around Jiang Jin.
Lively, straightforward and straight-shooting, she would shout in the rain: "Jiang Jin, I like you!". She would also kiss him in public at the banquet, smiling like a proud little fox.
Until his funeral, the string of agarwood beads that had never left his body turned into ashes on his wrist. Uncle Ning handed her a diary with red eyes -
"Today Shiqi said she likes me again in public... I really want to hide her."
"She is not allergic to mangoes at all. She lied to me about being nervous about her, and she still smiled so happily."
On the last page, the writing was blurred, as if soaked in tears:
"Zhao Shiqi, you have to live freely."
But Jiang Jin didn't know—
After his death, the ever-smiling Shen Zhao dug up his grave with bare hands on a rainy night, with cracked fingernails and bloody hands, just to confirm: "Jiang Jin, you lied... You said you would live to be a hundred years old. "
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Zhao returned to the time when he was three years old.
In this life, she is still the rampaging little cannonball.
Six-year-old Jiang Jin was kneeling in the ancestral hall and saw a little girl stumbled into his arms, her eyes as bright as stars: "Don't be afraid! I will definitely save you. "
