Lu Xiyu is dead. Nineteen years old, fell into the water, and there were still two steps left to prove the prime number conjecture.
I woke up and sat in the waiting hall of the underworld, with the number of people who died today scrolling on the electronic screen above my head. Someone nearby tore up the verdict and tried to escape, so she reported it. Judge Samsara Cui took a fancy to her and said, "This girl is calm and suitable for our profession."
So she became the youngest intern in the underworld. The workstation is next to the Naihe Bridge, and I usually work on figuring out the lines of cause and effect, reviewing reincarnation applications, and helping the old lady catch cats.
Until she opened a dusty file. Zhang Yudan, a painter, died of illness at the age of 28 - he painted her portrait before his death. In the second life, he was a salesman who was hit by a carriage at the age of 31 - he was chasing a woman who looked like her before he died. In the third life, he was a teacher. He fell to death at the age of 45. Before his death, he dreamed of her and woke up, unable to stand firm. Three lives, three paintings, the same her.
She had just finished reading when a ghost messenger came to report: Zhang Yudan, the fourth life, died again last night.
In this life, he was a cultural relic restorer, applied for entry inspection, and called her "Miss Lu" with a smile. He doesn't remember his past life, but he wears the red string she gave him on his wrist.
She has a token of Lord Vega in her hand, which will allow him to live this life safely. The price is - she herself will disappear.
He has been waiting for her for three lifetimes. Should he wait for him instead of her in this life?
