Na vida passada, eu testemunhei uma injustiça e, de bom coração, salvei a jovem madrasta da bela estudante que estava sendo sequestrada, mas isso acabou resultando em uma morte. Porém, não imaginei que a família da estudante, para proteger sua reputação, se recusaria a testemunhar por mim! Eles não tiveram consciência e me deixaram na prisão por treze anos! Agora, renascido naquele mesmo cruzamento de anos atrás, desta vez decidi levar a jovem madrasta para um canteiro de obras abandonado! E então escolhi ligar a gravação do celular!
“Kill… someone’s killing!”
A cry for help jolted Chu Feng awake from his daze.
He shuddered, initially thinking another fight had broken out in the prison, but then he found himself in a familiar alleyway.
Chu Feng looked around and saw a group of blond thugs grabbing a woman in her thirties by the hair, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at him.
Heavy in his hand was a wooden stick, embedded with several iron nails.
Blood stained the stick crimson, dripping continuously.
His heart pounded in horror, for this scene was all too familiar.
This moment was the turning point that changed his life forever—
From a promising university student with infinite potential to a despised criminal scorned by all.
“I’m back? No, I’ve been reborn!”
“Back to the day when a life was lost.”
Thirteen long years had passed, each day in prison felt like an eternity.
Countless times Chu Feng had dreamt of this day, regretting his past actions deeply.
It was on this day that he witnessed the mother of Zhang Yanran being assaulted by thugs.
Zhang Yanran had been Chu Feng’s classmate throughout high school and university, from a wealthy family, and one of the school’s most sought-after beauties, adored by countless admirers.
From high school through university, Chu Feng had relentlessly pursued her.
During every holiday and festival, he found ways to win her favor.
He even secretly worked part-time jobs to buy her the latest phone, all for a barely audible “thank you.”