After I quit my job as a criminal profiler and returned to the countryside to open a little teahouse, my girlfriend's sworn younger brother had a breakdown.
He knelt outside the teahouse, crying and begging me to come back.
My girlfriend also stormed over and shouted at me furiously, "Chu Zihang, do you have no heart? Ah Yan is in this state, and you don't feel anything at all?!"
I let out a mocking laugh. "With a 'psychic profiler' like him around, why would you need me?"
In my previous life, Chen Yan was not only my girlfriend's sworn younger brother, but also my apprentice.
Yet at every case analysis meeting, he could recite my profiling conclusions word for word before I even had a chance to speak.
Gradually, I, one of the nation's top criminal psychology experts, became nothing more than a figurehead.
Meanwhile, Chen Yan, an intern who had graduated from a mediocre police academy, became the bureau's celebrated 'psychic profiler.'
Then a serial murder case went unsolved.
The victims' families decided I had deliberately misled the investigation and let the real killer go free. As they burned me alive, I saw my girlfriend nestled happily in Chen Yan's arms. In that moment, I understood everything.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day I took him along to analyze his first case.
