A little girl appeared in the house out of thin air. She opened her mouth and called Lin Feng daddy.
Lin Feng smiled, he was only eighteen.
But he smiled and laughed, but he couldn't laugh anymore.
The little girl told him his name, his birthday, and even his preferences.
Lin Feng thought this was outrageous enough.
What was even more outrageous was yet to come - some pictures that he shouldn't have began to flash through his mind.
Ruins, blood, the bracelet on my sister's wrist.
He realized something.
But what he didn't know was.
The little one in his arms, who even spoke with a babyish voice, had used up all his life force in his previous life just to give him a chance to do it again.
