When Zhou Yanbai was reborn as a sophomore in high school, Jiang Chen was still the "mute school bully" feared by the whole school. In his previous life, he watched indifferently as the boy fell from the roof of the teaching building, and eventually stabbed his own wrist with a utility knife. In this life, he welded steel plates into the bed frame and sent an invitation to Jiang Chen, who was covered in thorns on a rainy night: "My bedroom has a security net, which is safer than the rooftop you jump on." Jiang Chen sneered and moved into the attic, but encountered a charred specimen album in the night fire - half a suicide note lay on the yellowed page: "Butterflies are addicted to rusty knives, and I am addicted to you." It was signed on the anniversary of his death in his previous life. The white lights in the emergency room were dazzling. Jiang Chen tore open Zhou Yanbai's blood-stained gloves. The old and new scars on his wrists were like thorns, and the brown-red scar across the artery in the deepest part burned his eyes: "Is this wound... For me?" The lid of the lighter that was stuffed into his palm before coma was engraved with the crooked word "Shen". It was the last gift given to his father, a gambler when he was twelve years old. On the back of the photos scattered on the hospital bed, a pen mark revealed the cruel truth: "Restart day 3, 22 hours and 17 minutes, deviation rate 12%." When the nitric acid test tube splashed blue light at the thug's feet, and when the rusty utility knife popped out a second sharp blade, Jiang Chen clutched the man's blood-stained collar in the thick smoke and screamed: "Zhou Yanbai, I will catch you this time!" The butterfly specimen was in the flames. Wings are fluttering in the middle, and the scar on the young man's wrist is brighter than the knife in his hand - this game of rebirth where life is at stake, either we will go to the abyss together, or we will solve the puzzle written in blood: Who has heard the sound of the opponent's bones breaking in an earlier reincarnation?
Intention: Prove love to death, shatter bones into boats