I died and fell to pieces.
But woke up in a strange body again.
My name is Ji Chunian, I am eighteen years old, I live in a mansion and wear high-end clothes.
——But the medical record says "auditory hallucinations", and the only contact person on the phone is: "Master".
Every Wednesday and Saturday night, I had to go to that infamous alley to report to him.
They said I was sick.
But when I stood in front of this body's wardrobe and saw the bruises and trembling that belonged to "Ji Chun Nian" under those expensive clothes, I realized:
This is not a disease.
Now, this body belongs to me.
But "his" past is like a cold shackle, tightly wrapped around my neck.
Concept: overhead, suspense