Rong Xiahao suddenly jumped up from the bed, his heart beating so fast that it felt like he was about to break his ribs. What he saw in front of him was not the cold tomb, nor the dagger stabbing into his heart, but the yellowed ceiling of the rental house. The morning light outside the window is dazzling. He grabbed his cell phone - July 15, 2043, 6:07 in the morning.
Rebirth? Really reborn?
