Feng Biying, twenty-six years old, came from the countryside.
After eight years of working and changing 17 jobs, the money I saved was given away in small rolls. The girl I was chasing brought her boyfriend and asked him to help negotiate the price. Everyone said that his fate was bad, and he accepted it - since he was young, everything he wanted to fight for ended up going to another person.
The son of the richest man in town, Zhang Shuang.
Until that day, a catastrophe struck his mind.
The soul of the immortal cultivator who had lived for eight hundred years was scattered, and the last ray of consciousness fell into Feng Biying's body. The unlucky guy's life has taken a turn from now on - it's not that he suddenly became stronger, or that he awakened his powers, but... His luck got a little better.
Winning the lottery is luck, breaking up a conspiracy is luck, and escaping from death is also luck.
But Feng Biying gradually discovered that his "good luck" seemed to be directed specifically at one person.
That man named Zhang Shuang, a man who had always had his share of troubles since childhood.
And Zhang Shuang was also staring at him.
Two people born on the same day, same year, same month, one was unlucky for a sudden change in his life, and the other was unlucky for the rest of his life. When Feng Biying finally found out that all his bad luck in the first half of his life had a cause, he realized that——
There is no destiny in this world.
But someone has carried it for you for twenty-six years.
