At negative one second, even the black screen had already been deleted by a black screen. In the central square of the imperial capital, the champagne tower hung suspended, its liquid flowing backward like a crimson waterfall in reverse. Gu Hanting's sneer was frozen halfway through a frame, and a three-carat diamond ring hovered in negative space, where even "falling" did not exist. On my left ring finger was a restart key: the ring he had personally flicked away when he broke off our engagement in my previous life, now squeezed into a ring shaped like negative infinity. My fingerprint touched it. The world booted up. Loop number: infinity plus one. Difficulty: hell times hell. I looked up. Everyone was still "negatively alive," while I, in this endless loop, would never shut
