I don't know if this is rebirth or time travel. Maybe when I crossed the Naihe Bridge, I drank less than half of the bowl of Meng Po soup...
I have remembered many things since I was born, but I have forgotten who I am, who I was, and why I came here.
I don't know if this is an earned life...
This is the first time I write a modern story, but please don't read it as if it is now, because this is still a story far away from real life.
Starting from the fourth chapter, the content has been greatly changed. The plot has been changed and a lot of characters have been deleted. Someone I have talked to before suggested reading it from the beginning.