Winter, 1962, No. 95 Nanluogu Lane, Sijiu City, a standard courtyard house.
Chen Yifan opened his eyes suddenly, and the biting chill and severe headache made him wake up instantly. What comes into view is the ceiling covered with old newspapers, and a unique smell of soot, old wood and a faint musty smell lingers on the tip of the nose.
The cold touch came from the hard bed beneath him, and the thin quilt covering him could barely block the cold winter nights in Sijiu City.
Immediately afterwards, a memory that did not belong to him rushed into his mind like a flood, bringing tearing pain, and also brought about the short and tragic life of the original owner of this body...
