As a pseudo-literary young man, I have always had a very outrageous idea.
My life must be a joke made by God.
Why do you think so? Probably because of the ubiquitous sense of sight.
Maybe after death in my previous life, I pulled on God's trousers and begged hard, just to do it again so that I could have a chance to make up for my regrets.
God kicked me away coldly: No one else can, why should I give you this opportunity?
Even if I don't remember anything, I still want to do it again.
He agreed, and to be fair, he allowed me to be reborn without memory.
However, fate still followed the path of my previous life, and I was still the stubborn idiot who would never regret it.
Damn it
Even if for a second I made a different choice...
Finally one day, I returned from the age of twenty-seven to the age of twenty with my memories.
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Alas, this is fate
p. S. The first chapter has been posted before. It has been slightly modified and the story has been rewritten. I hope it will be finished. Please be careful when collecting it.
Of course, I still hope to support it by collecting and commenting.
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