While others struggle to survive, she’s on vacation. While others fight to the death, she’s enjoying the show.
After thirty-six hours of nonstop overtime, top workhorse Li Qianqian died suddenly. When she woke again, she found herself on a deserted island, surrounded by an endless sea, with nothing but a tattered fishing net in her hands.
It’s bad enough having to work myself to the bone on the job. Why do I still have to do it after I’m dead?
Fine, I’ll work. I’ll work until heaven and earth turn upside down, until one of us dies.
But when they say a Category 19 typhoon, do they mean that thing outside the window, like a washing machine drum cleaning my house? When they say a colossal tsunami, do they mean those little waves by the door that can’t even get over the threshold? And when they say piranhas, do they mean the tomato fish slices on my plate?
Years later, a voice rang out on the deserted island:
“Li Qianqian, you’ve completed every task on the island. You now have one chance to be reborn. You can...”
“No, I can’t.”
