My name is Lingxia.
In my previous life, my company was taken over by the Long family, my parents died in an "accident," and my wife personally had me committed to a psychiatric hospital.
They peeled apples at my bedside, chatted about the aurora, and gently fed me soup. Then they handed me a document and made me press my fingerprint onto it, surrendering everything I owned.
As I lay dying, my father sent me three words: Don't give up.
I was reborn in 2026, before any of those nightmares had come to pass.
My wife sent me a message: "Honey, Long Yan starts work today. Remember to look after her. [Heart]"
I replied, "Okay," then called a private detective.
This time, I'm the one moving the pieces.
