After a high fever a year ago, Jian Zhiwei could see two lines of light gray words on each person -
One line is the life he is walking. One line is the path he did not choose.
There is no probability, no good or bad luck. Only she can see it.
She thought it was just making her sick, until at the engagement party, her fiancé's file was spread out in front of her——
[Reality line: Marry her and your life will be smooth.
[Copy Line: Divorce was filed in the fourth year after marriage, and the proceedings dragged on for fourteen months, and the whole process was watertight.
Everyone said he was a good man. She also knew he was. He just "is" another person at the same time.
And the man in the crowd who never makes a choice for himself has dozens of layers of life without turning off the lights. He looked at her two meters away and said softly:
"You seem... Very afraid of that person on stage."
——Documents never lie. But she said, people are not files either.
