[Before Being Reborn]
The night Lin Wu died, the rain was pouring.
Her fiancé turned away coldly, while her stepsister giggled behind her. “Sister, you don’t even deserve to die with dignity.”
She plunged into the abyss, but in the final second, she heard that madman whisper, “Don’t go.”
[After Being Reborn]
Back on the day before her death, Lin Wu didn’t call the police or run away.
Dragging her shattered soul behind her, she knocked on the door of the man known as the “Tyrant.”
Everyone said Xie Wang was a living King of Hell who killed without batting an eye, suffered from severe dissociative identity disorder, and harbored an indescribable monster within him.
Only Lin Wu knew
That so-called “monster” secretly licked the scars on her palm on every rainy night;
That so-called “Tyrant” had actually been using the last remnants of his humanity to feed her, a dying little bird.
“Xie Wang, let’s make a deal.”
Lin Wu held out her pale hand. “I’ll help you kill the ‘Tyrant’ inside you, and you’ll help me… die one more time.”
Xie Wang’s eyes turned crimson as he gripped her throat and chuckled. “All right. But this time, you’ll die in my arms.”
