I'm Wang Defa, a transmigrator who won't live for more than three days. I've transmigrated into corpses, cooks, and cabbages, and died in all kinds of bizarre ways. But the faces that kept appearing, the girl selling tofu, the limping veteran, the child beneath the city walls, made me return again and again. Only later did I learn the truth: I wasn't transmigrating. I was going home.
Jiang Feng
