The Day I Died, They Were All Laughing

This was originally a simple story of rebirth and revenge: Tear apart the scumbag with your hands, kick the white lotus with your feet, and have a sweet love affair by the way. But I don't know why, starting from Chapter 4, the style of painting became crooked. A sniper appears. A mysterious employer appears. There is a ghost setting like "actually he was reborn". There was the infamous scene at the birthday banquet where he vomited blood and fell into coma while she ran for her life in a hurry. I swear, I really just wanted to write a cool article. But as I wrote, it grew into what it is now. If you like - welcome to this "out of control" story. Here's the synopsis of the story so far: After I was reborn, I buried myself with my own hands, but he dug me out of the grave and told me to start over. Style tips: Sadistic × cool writing × suspense × emotional pull. It's not a simple revenge novel, nor is it a pure sadomasochistic love story. The heroine's IQ is on the line, the hero is paranoid and crazy, and the supporting cast is all villainous, but no one is a light bulb.