Lin Wantang died on her way to see Chen Weidong one last time.
She had been reborn countless times, and every time, this was how it ended.
In their first life, they were childhood sweethearts. He said he would marry no one but her, and she said she would marry no one but him.
In their second life, he turned away and married the factory director’s daughter. She left for another land, worked hard for half her life and amassed a fortune, yet died alone.
In their ninety-ninth life, she finally reached the hospital before he died. He closed his eyes in regret. Through tears, she told him she still loved him. He breathed his last, and as she left, a car knocked her flying.
...This was her hundredth rebirth.
Lin Wantang opened her eyes and gazed at the mottled ceiling from when she was eighteen. Silently, she pulled off the red thread that had been wrapped around her wrist for ninety-nine lifetimes.
To hell with love. This life, I’m making money.
