Zhang Heng, 35 years old, is a tired social programmer.
The heavy hammers of life hit him one after another - the company laid off employees, his wife betrayed him, and his love rival severely injured him.
In the ward, the ticking of the ventilator gradually stopped. He closed his eyes and died on the cold sheets with endless loneliness and exhaustion.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a strange bedroom.
