In his previous life, Lin Jianjun was rotten to the core.
He drank and gambled, beat his wife and daughter, and squandered everything the family owned. He watched helplessly as his wife, who had just given birth, and their infant daughter froze to death in their earthen house in the dead of winter.
By the time he came to his senses, his family was already gone. He lived alone and destitute beneath a bridge until he died of old age. Before he passed, he clutched the only half-patched piece of cloth his wife had left behind, consumed by bitter regret.
When he opened his eyes, he had returned to the twelfth lunar month of 1980.
The earthen house was drafty on every side. His newborn daughter was so hungry she couldn’t even cry, and his wife, Su Wanqing, was weak after giving birth, lying in bed without the strength to lift her eyes. There wasn’t a single grain of rice in the house. This was where the sins of his previous life had begun!
