Chen Cheng came to in a daze and realized he wasn't dead. Wait, hadn't I croaked in a hospital bed? What was going on? Then he looked around and saw the old house where he'd lived as a teenager. He remembered it clearly: the bedroom door still had the mountain landscape he'd drawn on it. Had he been reborn at fifteen? He'd been nothing but a nine-to-nine, six-days-a-week wage slave, and had never amounted to much even by old age. Then he'd died of a serious illness. Now he actually had another chance. He should think carefully about how to make things right with the people he'd let down in his previous life...
