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Because there are still people in the world who remember him, Meng Xingzhi still cannot be reincarnated many years after his death.
She waited and waited and waited.
It had been so long that she had forgotten her name, but there was still someone who remembered her.
She was like a perverted devil sealed in a clay pot and sunk to the bottom of the sea. She hated this person so much.
Fortunately, Meng Xingzhi got the chance to be reincarnated on her own, and she didn't wait long to be happy. She looked at the required name column in the registration book and fell into deep thought.
What's her name?
So a ray of Meng Xingzhi's soul was beaten back to the world, looking for his name.
After suffering some hardships, Meng Xingzhi finally met the culprit who made him unable to reincarnate.
A social elite guarding a shabby rental house.
The hatred that had accumulated for a while made Meng Xingzhi yell: "He Zhou, are you sick? You have made yourself so miserable all day long and you think you are the leading actor in a tragic drama. Who are you going to act to win sympathy for?"
"Didn't you say that you won't eat coriander until you die? Can you swallow it now? Excellent scholar!
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"Also, can you please quickly throw away this tie I gave you back then? I told you I don't like you anymore!"
Intention: "Death is not the final farewell, forgetting is."
