On the Day of the Class Reunion, I Saw Everyone's Death

The day I gained the ability to see the life span on top of other people's heads, I was stepped on on the bus. When I looked up, I saw a car full of people with numbers floating above their heads. Some are sixty years, some are thirty years. The guy who stepped on my foot had three days written on his head. I silently retracted my feet and smiled at him. Three days later, news reported that a drunk driver in this city hit a bridge pier. I put down my phone and was silent for the whole afternoon. This ability is really not a good thing. But I didn't expect that it would give me the most delicious meal in my life at a ten-year class reunion.