In my last life, I gave up my cello career for a high-IQ scumbag and made soup.
He cheated on his assistant, and they used his mobile phone to trick me into going to the experimental underground garage and stabbed me to death.
Before he died, it was Mu Wenyi who held me in his arms, begging me not to close my eyes and threatening me all the way. I heard it. He always appears when I have something to do and will dedicate everything to me and support me for the rest of my life.
I regret it so much.
But I can't help it.
Later, he ruined the reputation of all those who had harmed me, and then committed suicide in the bathtub, still holding the hand-knitted ancient money safety string I gave him.
He said: "Youyou, I'm here to find you."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning.
This time, I kicked the scumbag away, hugged Mu Wenyi's thigh tightly, and walked my own way
