The day Lu Shiyan died, a girl in pajamas came to the morgue.
She cried until she passed out on the cold floor from hyperventilation.
When she woke, she bought him the most expensive plot in the city and leaned against his gravestone, saying:
“Next life, don’t forget me. My name is Shen Shiwan. Shiwan means we met before it was too late.”
In his previous life, Lu Shiyan was a joke.
He spent ten years as a backup for his childhood friend Su Nianqing. She married him while pregnant with another man’s child, then smiled and told him, “You’re not worthy.”
His grandfather died of rage, his sister was beaten to death by her husband, and his parents could no longer hold their heads up in the village.
In the end, it was Su Nianqing who plunged the knife into his chest.
He drifted in midair, watching his corpse rot while no one came to claim it.
The only person who showed up was the deskmate he had never once truly noticed.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his second-year high school classroom, the sunlight dazzling.
Shen Shiwan sat beside him, a tiny mole on the tip of her nose and a black hair tie around her wrist. He had just made her so angry that her eyes were red.
Lu Shiyan stared at her for a long time.
In his previous life, he had given all his tenderness to the wrong person.
This time, he didn’t want to be human.
He wanted to be Shen Shiwan’s dog, and hers alone.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
Shen Shiwan always looked at him as if she were looking at a dead man.
She never asked why he had changed.
It was as if she knew everything.
Until one day, she suddenly called out to him:
“Lu Shiyan, do you know why my name is Shiwan?”
He didn’t answer.
But he remembered.
She had said it in his previous life.
Shiyan, Shiwan.
This book is a family. All dead. He and they all came back and were reborn. Have a baby together. A son and a daughter