I noticed something was wrong with my family.
I wanted to buy a white dress, but my brother immediately bought ten red ones and blurted out the inscription he had written for me in his previous life;
I had a scratch on my fingertip, and my fiancé took me directly to the hospital to treat it. Even my heart rate was accurately reported;
When I mentioned the Blues Restaurant, the whole family's faces changed instantly, and even their breathing became rapid.
I deliberately pretended to be stupid to test: "Are you hiding something from me?"
My mother was holding me and shaking, and my father said with red eyes, "No, I'm just afraid of losing you."
It wasn't until I took out the old photo with the murderer's name on it that they realized that this silly boy was never stupid.
It turns out that they were all reborn just to make up for the regret of not being able to save me in their previous life, and I had already taken off all pretense in their favor.
