He was a poor orphan raised by the villagers. With his extraordinary intelligence and outstanding academic achievements, he not only received donations from the villagers but also scholarships from prestigious universities.
I—a poor, kind-hearted old woman—made a living by selling steamed buns from a small cart outside the school gate, struggling to get by each day while battling a chronic illness.
Throughout his high school years, I often gave him food and small amounts of money, hoping he could stay warm and healthy enough to focus on his studies.
Not disappointing me or the villagers, he eventually became a talent in the business world, making it onto the list of those who could become future billionaires.
Ironically, when he returned to his hometown to visit me, I was no longer there, having succumbed to my cruel illness.
My fate did not end there. The blessings I had accumulated in my previous life allowed me to be reborn. In the form of an 18-year-old young lady, I once again entered his life with a different identity...
With the memories and experiences of a lifetime from my previous life, how could I possibly continue this fate...?