Life Restarts 49 Times

Fu Zhong doesn't know how it all started. He only knew that he woke up in strange beds one after another, and each time was a new life - the punch press in the factory, the roulette wheel on the gambling table, the cold rain on the river bridge - each life was lived completely and died completely. The things left behind in the previous life followed him: not memories, not skills, but the dents in his soul. A color made his stomach churn, a movement made his thumb tremble on its own, and the back of a stranger made him want to follow him for no reason. He didn't know why. He just thought it should be done. Between life and death, he was being carved layer by layer into a shape he didn't know yet. It's just that the sculptor never shows up.