"Azhe, let's break up."
"... Why?"
"Tired of it, you know."
"Okay."
Boom!
Thunder rolled from the sky, and the thunder just fell on Jiang Jing. "What the hell, Jiang Jing, not only a great saint, but also a law-abiding and good citizen, was struck to death by lightning?!" She thought before losing consciousness.
But he didn't just die and his soul was scattered. Instead, he returned to the middle of an ordinary day when he was 17 years old and in his senior year of high school. And this is just the beginning
Intent: Sad and sweet, funny