The year Lin Zhixia died in a fire, she was twenty-six.
Her husband was cheating with her younger stepsister, her workshop had been stripped bare, and the night she asked for a divorce, she died in the blaze.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at nineteen.
A divorce agreement popped up on her phone. Her stepsister walked in, looking innocent. “Sis, I like Brother Jingchen. Could you let us be together?”
On the surveillance footage, Lin Zhixia watched her stepsister swap out the embroidery. In her previous life, this very batch had driven the workshop to bankruptcy.
This time, Lin Zhixia smiled.
Let you be together? So you can both go to prison?
She called the police, gave them a face-slapping, livestreamed the merchandise inspection, and slapped a 300,000-yuan IOU down in front of them. Before the scumbag and his mistress could react, she'd already beaten them into the dirt.
Before she could catch her breath, a mysterious man named Lu Shiyan showed up at her door. “Partner with me for the Intangible Cultural Heritage Shopping Festival. I'll help you.”
He kept saying, “I dream about you. In my dreams, you die in a fire.”
When he said it, his gaze was frighteningly sincere.
Then one day, Lin Zhixia found his diary
First page: “My name is Lu Shiyan. I love Lin Zhixia. If I forget, please let her tell me.”
Page one hundred: “I dreamed about her again today, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember her face.”
Page three hundred contained only half a sentence: “My name is...”
It turned out that every time he dreamed of her, he forgot a little more of himself.
It turned out that the person who carried her out of the fire in her previous life was him.
Her workshop lost its suppliers, had its staff poached, was besieged by counterfeits, and was targeted by capital...
Lin Zhixia gritted her teeth and fought through every crisis, turning a workshop on the brink of bankruptcy into the top seller at the Intangible Cultural Heritage Shopping Festival and taking it onto the international stage.
