I died suddenly while working overtime in my previous life, and returned to the 100 days before the college entrance examination in 2010.
This time, she doesn't want to be rich, but just wants to live a good life - to accompany her mother to choose vegetables, to tell her father that she loves him, to find the boy who handed him the umbrella in the heavy rain, and to say thank you that she owes her for two lifetimes.
From high school in the county town to Beijing, from spending a dollar in half to living her life into poetry, she spent sixteen years filling up the regrets of her previous life inch by inch.
The boy who once handed over an umbrella became a lifelong lover.
It's not a counterattack, it's a good life.
