Siheyuan: Silly Zhu Is Reborn, and This Time He Won't Be a Simp

On a bitter winter's night, He Yuzhu curled up in a bridge underpass, wrapped in tattered cotton batting, and breathed his last. As his soul drifted upward, Xu Damao came hobbling over to claim the body. “A lifetime of hard work, all wasted on outsiders.” He Yuzhu closed his eyes. If he got another life, he would never be Silly Zhu again.