The first time I came back to life, Xie Jinghuai was overjoyed and wanted to bring me every precious thing in the world. The second time, he wept and swore he would never let me get hurt again. By the fifth time, Xie Jinghuai was begging me to donate my heart to save his senior schoolmate. This was the ninth time. His senior and I were kidnapped together, and when forced to choose between us, he fired without hesitation. But he didn't know that this time, I was truly dead. Later, everyone said the head of the Xie family went mad after his wife died. He not only refused to bury her, but also invited Taoist priests and Buddhist monks to draw magic arrays all over the house, turning a perfectly good home into something like a haunted house. Every day, all he did was mutter, “Resurrection, resurrection.”
