Qi Cao misses her friend Bai Ling very much, she doesn't know where she went, what she was doing, whether she was doing well, whether she was in this world or somewhere else, she was also missing herself.

And in the ancient capital of Langya, Lanling City, there is a woman who escaped death and picked up a life, no one knows the life and death and struggle she has experienced, in front of outsiders, she is just the wife of an ordinary bald and greasy middle-aged man, no one knows, she is no longer her, in her bag, there is a treasure that can only prove who she is, but she has never taken it out.

She didn't know what she was waiting for, she didn't know why she was still in this strange but familiar home when she was obviously dead, she looked at herself in the only mirror countless times, obviously not what she used to be, but she found a familiar self in that smart gaze.

No, I know that I have a passionate body, a soul that can love, and a deep affection, but I don't know who I am against?

Is I soul-possessed, in this delicate and healthy body, or is I in another parallel dimension?

Or is it your past life or your next life? At this moment, he is a small leader who works in the department of environmental protection, garden ecology and flowers, and then has a teenage daughter, a husband who is not old and decrepit with feudal tradition machismo but only cares about his own eating, drinking and having fun.

That girl, as long as she faces her, her spontaneous maternal love and natural communication, the transformation of her role, seamless connection without pressure, she doesn't know why fate is so arranged, but she accepts all this calmly.

In the dark, everything has its own deep meaning, and everything that happens is the best arrangement. She was an optimist, a person with a seven-second memory of a small fish, no, maybe it was the person in this body where her soul lived.

Often in the middle of the night, she dreamed of a lot of things, seemed to see many, many truths, woke up, or accepted all the existence of herself, but one day, she dreamed that she died, in a high-altitude plane, a lot of people, flying into the clouds, then screaming, later, it was the smell of burning and burning, then it was cold and biting, then she saw herself in a big picture frame, and then she fell into the unfathomable abyss, and then she became her current self, the mother of a little girl, someone else's wife, in place of her, that is, all the social roles of this body, and then in the long night every day, will be a scene of memories, forgotten and then shed tears.

But the people around, why doesn't anyone know, there has been a different person, is everyone indifferent, or what?

At this time, she saw the name, Lin Manmu.