Jiang Boxi died at the last moment before rebirth.
In his last life, he stood on the edge of the Shengjia rooftop, with Huidu's lights forming a network of broken gold beneath his feet. The wind blew into his suit, making a rustling sound. He heard footsteps behind him - Nie Huaisi was here, with his always calm face. Jiang Baixi turned around and saw the woman following Nie Huaisi. She was standing at a safe distance, with pity and alienation in her eyes, something that Jiang Baixi could not warm up to in his entire life.
"Jiang Baixi," Nie Huaisi said, his voice as flat as a blade, "come down."
He didn't come down. He jumped.
In the process of falling, he saw that Nie Huaisi's expression finally cracked - it was a look that Jiang Boxi could not understand until his death. The old scar on the back of my neck burned like a soldering iron in the weightlessness, and then everything turned dark.
Rebirth point: Jiang Baixi woke up in bed in his apartment. Outside the window was the gray-blue sky at Huidu at six o'clock in the morning. The phone displayed the date - three full years until everything collapsed. There is a cup of cold coffee on the bedside table, with Shengjia's logo printed on the bottom of the cup. He raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. The skin was warm and slightly raised, like an old scar that had never healed.
He sat on the edge of his bed and spent seventeen minutes accepting the reality. Then he opened the memo on his phone and started making a list.
Intention: Treat this as something I repay you