I was just a dog.
I know the way, I know how to protect my nest, I know who gave me a bite to eat, I know how to pounce and bite first when danger comes. But after I died, I was thrown into the twelve "gates of life" and became twelve different people, living in the most painful, passionate, sincere and dirty moments of their lives.
Sometimes, I am the bride who was sent to die in the bridal chamber at night; sometimes, I am the young man who discovered that his future was stolen after taking the college entrance examination; sometimes, I am the daughter holding her father's ashes in front of the mourning hall, watching her relatives and outsiders eat together.
I retained the dog's nose, ears, sense of path, and the most primitive instinct.
I can smell lies, hear cowardice, remember every escape route, and see clearly who really wants to save you and who just wants to push you back into the mud.
But twelve time travels have never taught me more than just how to win.
At the first door, I learned that love is not about rushing to possess.
The second door, I learned that the way is not just to protect myself.
At the third door, I learned that home is not a nest. Both the living and the dead must have someone to guard it for them.
This is not the adventure of a dog crashing into a human being.
This is the story of a soul who originally only knew how to protect food and shelter. In twelve kinds of life, he learned to love, learn to feel pain, and learn to bear the cause and effect of the world little by little.
