As someone blessed with unbelievable luck, Xia Ling never knew there would come a day when he would be a walking disaster. By chance, he became someone else's human shield, and before he died, Xia Ling memorized the dead man's face. Then he was reborn.
After being reborn, the first face he saw was that same dead man's! And then Xia Ling died again because of him.
Reborn once more, and once more finding the dead man, who had gotten quite a bit younger, Xia Ling was numb to it all. He thought this must be fate. And under fate's influence, he wound up with a wolfish, loyal boyfriend.
Dying again and again, being reborn again and again, and finding the same person every time.
In the end, looking at the several identical people before him, Xia Ling wore a baffled expression: Which one did I pick up?
A gloomy, unlucky top who brings misfortune wherever he goes × a bottom with incredible luck who always gets dragged down
