On the day Lu Chen died, heavy rain washed away the glass walls of Manhattan.
He clutched the last text message from Su Wan: "Congratulations to Mr. Lu on your engagement. I will burn the money for you."
When he opened his eyes again, he went back to the winter when he was eighteen years old and had just been exiled to a small border town by his family.
In this life, he planned his business empire ten years in advance, but his first project was aimed at Su Wan's family's textile factory, which was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Everyone laughed at him for being crazy for giving money to poor people.
Until Su Wan burst into his office wearing washed-white jeans: "Mr. Lu, add one more condition to the acquisition - I want you."
He tore up the contract slowly: "How about changing it to, you accompany me to repeat what happened back then?"
The surveillance screen suddenly lit up, and the screen showed her kneeling on a rainy night to ask for medicine from behind in her previous life.
