In my last life, I worked myself to death at my desk, leaving behind my wife, children, and family.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in 2015.
That year, Bitcoin was worth 30 yuan, Moutai cost 200, and Shenzhen’s housing prices had yet to take off. Armed with memories of the next six years, I thought I had the perfect wish-fulfillment story:
Make money, get revenge, face-slap my enemies, and protect the girl who had suffered alongside me.
Everything went smoothly.
I bet 300,000 yuan on the first big opportunity and got it right. One cup of milk tea set the stage for a hundred-billion-yuan empire. Not one person who had bullied my family got away.
Until I discovered one thing:
I wasn’t the only person in this world who had been reborn.
Someone was watching me from the shadows.
Someone was making plans right beside me.
Someone said that the girl who stayed with me to the end was the biggest wildcard in this game.
I looked up at the sky.
It really did seem to be splitting open.
And she looked at me and asked a question I had never considered:
“If I’ve already loved you once before, will you still come looking for me?”
