My mother is an educated youth, and my father is a great injustice. I am the product of their love. One day, my biological mother wanted to go back to the city to enjoy her life, so this product of mine became a stumbling block. The first time I was pushed down by her, my head was bleeding, but I didn't die. Then twenty years later, my mother sent me to see the King of Hell for the second time. But the old man, the King of Hell, said that I saved many people during my lifetime and had great merit, so he insisted on giving me another chance to be reborn. We had to take this opportunity, and then I went back to 1983.
