Reborn in 1993: My Photo Studio Connects the Yin and Yang

In my previous life, I was a real estate tycoon worth billions, yet I died alone in my mansion.

As I lay dying, I thought, if I could start over, I would never want money again.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in 1993, eighteen years old, in Huaihua Town.

I took over my father's shabby "Happy Photo Studio," hoping only to take pictures and live a quiet life.

But when I developed my first old photograph, the woman in it, dressed in Republican-era clothes, smiled at me.

She said, "I'm still here."