Lin Mo remembers his death.
It wasn't instantaneous. He was watched as he died, bit by bit: red-and-white paper figures stood around the house, an eternal lamp never went out, and his throat was slit. There was no pain, only cold, like a wet sheet of paper pressed into his flesh.
The person holding him was gentle.
They wiped away his blood and softly comforted him by the ear.
And they were the very person who had killed him with their own hands.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the moment of his birth.
But this time, the strange things began even earlier:
Paper figures moved. Shadows went missing. The fate that had been rewritten came looking for him on its own.
And the person who had always stayed by his side, the one he trusted most, Shen Wujiu.
Was the very person who had sent him to his death in his previous life.
If the killer has always been by your side, even “protecting” you,
Would you still dare to live until the day the truth is revealed?
