Cold touches came from all directions.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a gray sky. My nose was filled with the smell of fish and rotten vegetable leaves. On the wet cement floor beneath me, my face was pressed against a puddle of sewage. The screen of my phone was shattered into a spider web, and the time showed - 5:13 in the morning.
Etc.
I clearly remember that bitch Cheng Xi stabbed the knife into my chest with his own hands, and blood flowed from the rooftop of the seventeenth floor to the stairwell. I didn't even have the strength to shout for help, I could only watch the sky turn black little by little.
Why are you still alive?
I climbed up holding on to the wall, and my fingers touched the cold cracks of the bricks. The touch was too real to be an illusion. Looking down, he was wearing a cheap apron that had been washed white, and there was a wad of crumpled ten- and five-yuan notes in his pocket.
I recognize this apron.
Three years ago, that beast Zhao Wangcai forced me to sign a loan sharking contract. I had to purchase goods at four o'clock in the morning and leave the stall at five o'clock every day. I worked hard and could barely make ends meet. At that time, I was in this dilapidated vegetable market, guarding a stall with a leaky awning.
The time on the phone screen reminds me: Today is the first morning after my rebirth, and it is also the day when Zhao Wangcai's men are coming to collect the "protection fee increase".
Starting from this morning in my previous life, I was driven to a dead end step by step.
