After being reborn, I just want to wait for death and be a salted fish.
Until the junior brother who died fighting for me in the previous life came to me with a sword and slashed my rocking chair with a cold expression: "Brother, it's time to practice."
I ran away, but he accurately caught me again and again.
Until one day I couldn't bear it anymore: "How on earth are you going to let me go?"
His eye circles suddenly turned red, and he said hoarsely: "Anything is fine, as long as senior brother doesn't... Die in front of me again."
