Chen Wu died on a winter night at the age of twenty-three.
The low-cost rental house was leaky, and she breathed her last while wrapped in a thin quilt. No one knew about it, and no one took her to her body.
During the five years she spent as a lonely soul, she saw the warmth and coldness of the world, saw her family remain indifferent, saw the love she had missed dissipate like smoke, and saw her scrawled life turning into dust.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the intersection of fate.
This time, she no longer compromises for anyone, is no longer trapped in the shackles of her origin, and no longer places her hopes on others.
Chen Wu raised his eyes, only coldness and sobriety remained in his eyes——
Debts from past lives are settled in this life.
Her life is only in her own hands.
Intention: Be your own light