After Being Reborn, My Memories Begin to Blur

On the thirtieth-floor rooftop, the man in the custom shirt in the mirror gave me a gentle push, sending the version of me who went bankrupt in 2027 and owed 860,000 yuan back to 2018. That year, I was eighteen, fresh out of the college entrance exams, with just 345 yuan in my pocket. I returned with a head full of the future: World Cup scores, the direction of the next big trends, who would rise to success, and who would walk away. But those memories were fragmented, and they could expire. I could predict the big picture, but I often got the details wrong. Every time I changed my fate, the future grew a little blurrier. I thought being reborn was like taking an open-book exam. But the more I copied, the more I realized...