On a rainy night, I died in the hands of the two people I trusted most. Husband Zhou Hengyuan hugged Bai Yueguang and looked at me like I was trash: "Han Muwan, you are just her substitute." Before my soul was gone, I saw the man I had called my uncle for twenty years, killing the couple with one shot. He knelt in the rainstorm and kissed my blood-stained forehead tremblingly: "Wanwan... Is this the love you want?" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the age of twenty, in the finance class of Kyoto University. On the podium, Han Mingyu, my nominal brother-in-law and the man who actually controls my life, was looking coldly at me. The group reported that Zhou Hengyuan stole my results again. This time, I stood up and threw out the holographic projection. "Classmate Zhou, what you stole must be repaid with blood." Amid the uproar in the whole room, I only stared at the man on the podium who suddenly narrowed his eyes. That night, a black phantom blocked my path. Han Mingyu lowered the window, his eyes darkened behind his gold lenses: "Where did you get that top-secret gambling agreement?" I tiptoed close to his ear: "Uncle, what do you think was in the dream when I died once?" He pulled me into the car suddenly, his hot breath crushing the last distance: "Then let me see... Who else is in your dream."
