Rong Zhao has a lot to do when he comes back to this life. The Rong family needs to survive and hold power, and the Yin family cannot be separated in that autumn.
So she found Yin Zhihan.
The daylight was nice and he didn't recognize her yet.
"Master Yin, will you cooperate?"
He looked at her for a moment: "You're interesting. But why?"
Rong Zhao thought for a while. She recognized the name, she knew it from her previous life. But he had been "dead" for too long in the last life, and when she saw that face again, he was already lying in a pool of blood, without even a last glance.
Standing under the sun in this life, she knew he looked like this.
What she said was another sentence: "Because you will want to save someone in the future, but that person can't wait for you."
Yin Zhihan looked at her thoughtfully.
Rong Zhao didn't say anything more, turned around and left.
In this life, she no longer wants to be just that stick of incense. The Rong family's revenge must be avenged, Xiao Jue's life must be taken, and Yin Zhihan must survive until autumn. Then they walked side by side once on that road they had never walked together.
