Chenhu Xingyao

35-Year-old Yang Chen died suddenly in a rental house. The last post in her circle of friends was a poster from her art exhibition. He didn't have time to look. Open your eyes and go back to the first day of high school. She was still sitting in the corner, so thin that she could be blown over by a gust of wind. Her textbooks were pushed to the ground, and no one helped her pick them up. In his previous life, he was timid and didn't dare to care if he saw it. In this life, he walked over, picked up the book, and put it on her table. "My name is Yang Chen. I will sit next to you from now on." Start with two buns, start with a night road without street lights, start with a flashlight. What he has to do is simple - be the first person to stand by her side before she is abandoned by everyone. What she wants to do is simpler - live, draw, and hold her head up. This is a story about redemption. He rescued her from the quagmire, and she rescued him from regret. "In my last life, I didn't even have the courage to speak. In this life, I dare to compete with the whole world for you."