In my previous life, my wife had a difficult childbirth, but my brother encouraged me to steal my wife's life-saving money and took me to the town to gamble. My eldest daughter fell into a dry well and died trying to find me. When I returned home, my twins were stillborn, one dead and three dead. Because of this, I couldn't gain a foothold in the village and had to leave my hometown to seek a living. Even though I had become a billionaire with assets of tens of billions thanks to the reform and opening up, the death of my wife and daughter left a shadow that I could not erase for the rest of my life. I never married and had no children. In the end, I carried this guilt with me until the end of my life. Then when I opened my eyes the next second, I was back to the day when my wife had a difficult delivery.
