On the seventh day after my death, my biological mother stood in front of my mourning hall, crying and cutting the price of my life from 5 million to 1.5 Million.
Everyone said I committed suicide.
Until Shen Yan took out a USB flash drive and said:
"Lin Qinghe did not commit suicide."
The next second, the lights in the mourning hall went out.
I was in the coffin and moved my fingers.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the twenty-six minutes before I fell.
This time, I want to know who stole my life, who replaced my identity, and who personally pushed me downstairs.
