We are all reborn, but in my revenge script, there is no page about you kneeling down to atone for your sins.
In my previous life, Gu Chengyu gave me affection and betrayal, and ultimately I died in a trap set by him on a snowy night on Wall Street.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the turning point of my fate, holding the answers to all tragedies.
I calmly laid out my plans and waited to see him step into the same river again.
But this time, he looked at me with only broken restraint. For every project I grabbed, he cleared the way for me in advance; for every person I hated, he silently made them disappear.
He even sent the scepter of his business empire to me disguised as a "gift."
I couldn't help but pinch his neck on the balcony of the celebration banquet: "Gu Chengyu, what tricks do you want to play again?"
His Adam's apple rolled, but he only loosened his collar, exposing the more fragile carotid artery.
"Su Wan," he smiled, but there were tears in his eyes, "If this can relieve your hatred... My life is what you have left in your previous life."
Later I realized that the past life I read was just the prologue that he had to write. But in this life, what he gave me with all his strength was not an indulgence—
It is the final key that can judge us and the true shadow at the same time.
