My name is Chen Ye, a wild child who crawled out of the pigsty.
I ate leftovers, slept under bridges, picked up trash, got fired, and was bullied.
I have lived for eighteen years and have never tasted sweetness for a day.
On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I huddled in the bridge hole, shivering from the cold.
I thought it was a desperate situation, but I didn't know that it was the end of my real life.
At dawn, an old wooden box appeared next to my pillow.
50,000 Per day, 10,000 more per day, and one day of life deducted per day.
I bought a house, settled down, repaid my kindness, was treated with kindness, and lived a life I never dared to imagine.
I thought it was fate's compensation,
Little did I know that this was just a long, sweet dream that my brain created for myself before I died.
In reality, I would have died in the rain when I was eighteen years old.
The world in my dream was the only time in my life that I was treated kindly.
The world is very good. If there is an afterlife, I want to live a good life.
