"Mom, don't sign that separation agreement."
A text message from an unknown number changed the fate of 26-year-old Lin Wan.
The other party knows what will happen to her next second, knows who is going to frame her, and knows all her unknown secrets.
At first she thought it was a prank, until the prophecies came true again and again - she was appointed by the airborne director to join the core project, letting the deputy director who framed her suffer the consequences, and became famous in front of the group's senior management.
She thought she was just lucky and met an omnipotent "plug-in".
Until that text message told her:
"I am your future daughter. I am from 2035."
Every time she changes the past, she consumes the energy of her daughter's existence. With each success, her future daughter becomes more ambiguous.
Lin Wan stood at a crossroads in her life: Should she continue to reach the peak of her career, or return to her original trajectory and let the daughter she had never met survive?
What she didn't even know was that the cold-faced director who had been silently protecting her was related to an encounter three years ago; and her future husband was someone else.
A tear-jerking story about counterattack in the workplace, redemption across time and space, and a two-way journey.
"Mom, I don't regret it. I will still be your daughter in the next life."
Reader comments
This is a book that made me cry several times.
It's not the kind of crying that is forced and incited, but the kind that makes your nose suddenly sore when you see a certain sentence or a certain scene, and tears fall down uncontrollably. Then you close the book, take a deep breath, and feel like you've been hit by something.
If you're looking for a book that "will make you feel full after reading it", this is it.
A few final words
After reading this book, I thought of my own mother.
My mother is also a person who is not very good at expressing love. She doesn't say "I love you", she only says "it's time to eat", "dress more when it's cold" and "don't stay up late". I used to find these very annoying, but after reading this book, I suddenly felt that these words were her "text messages". She will not save me across time and space, but she will tell me in the most ordinary way on every ordinary day: You are the most important person to me.
There is a sentence in the book: "Mom is not a biological concept. Mom is the person who makes you omelets every morning."
I would like to add: Mom is also the person who waits for you to come home every night. She is the person who feels more miserable than you when you are sick. She is the person who is happier than anyone else when you succeed and feels sad when you fail.
Thanks for this book, it reminded me of this again.
This is a book that made me cry several times. It's not the kind of crying that is forced and incited, but the kind that makes your nose suddenly sore when you see a certain sentence or a certain scene, and tears fall down uncontrollably. Then you close the book, take a deep breath, and feel like you've been hit by something. If you're looking for a book that "will make you feel full after reading it", this is it. A few final words After reading this book, I thought of my own mother. My mother is also a person who is not very good at expressing love. She doesn't say "I love you", she only says "it's time to eat", "dress more when it's cold" and "don't stay up late". I used to find these very annoying, but after reading this book, I suddenly felt that these words were her "text messages". She will not save me across time and space, but she will tell me in the most ordinary way on every ordinary day: You are the most important person to me. There is a sentence in the book: "Mom is not a biological concept. Mom is the person who makes you omelets every morning." I would like to add: Mom is also the person who waits for you to come home every night. She is the person who feels more miserable than you when you are sick. She is the person who is happier than anyone else when you succeed and feels sad when you fail. Thanks for this book, it reminded me of this again.