I died in a car accident under a bloody moon, and he said he would haunt me by pretending to be poor in the next life.
Reborn as eighteen years old, I knocked on the door of my poor brother next door.
He said the moon was very red tonight, and I said it was as red as the day we died.
Later I found out——
Shen Kexing, a poor neighbor carrying flour in exchange for porridge, is a new technological upstart worth hundreds of billions in the future.
The blood on his suit was the blood of the murderer on the night I died.
The blood moon rose again, and he knelt down on one knee:
"Wanwan, I'm tired of playing the game of pretending to be poor."
"Now, it's your turn to judge me."
