The first second after Shen Yanqing woke up, he realized he had returned to ten years earlier. Ten years ago, Lin Niansheng had just been brought to the Shen family by her grandfather. She stood timidly at the doorway like a startled rabbit. In his previous life, he found her an eyesore and left her in the servants’ care. This time, he walked up to her, his voice as soft as if he were afraid of shattering something. “Niansheng, welcome home.” But when Lin Niansheng looked up at him, there was no delighted surprise in her eyes, only a calm emptiness. She said softly, “Hello, Mr. Shen.” Not “Brother Yanqing,” and not “A Yan,” the name she had called him for ten years in his past life. Shen Yanqing’s hand froze in midair. He suddenly realized: he wasn’t the only one who had been reborn.
