When I woke up with a hangover, the whole world said I was Cui Zhijiang.
My wife, daughter, colleagues, and my childhood friend, everyone looked at me with extremely certain eyes. The employees at the store called me "sir", "I" gave up the shared house, and the money in my bank card was withdrawn one by one in the early morning.
But my name is Jiang Fan. What's even more terrible is that in my memory, Cui Zhijiang committed suicide by jumping into the river twelve years ago.
I became a dead man.
There is no time travel, no rebirth. Someone in the dark dismantled "Jiang Fan's" life brick by brick, and stitched up "Cui Zhijiang's" situation stitch by stitch. Even the registration form for the mental hospital was made for me.
They wanted me to go crazy, and they wanted me to "die" naturally.
But they didn't know that the chess pieces had already begun to move on their own.