He was a poor orphan raised by the villagers. Gifted with extraordinary intelligence and remarkable academic achievements, he earned not only their donations but also scholarships from prestigious universities.
I was a poor, kind-hearted old woman, making a living by selling steamed buns from a small cart outside the school gate. Battling a chronic illness, I struggled through each day, barely getting by.During his high school years, I often gave him food and small amounts of money, hoping he could stay warm, healthy, and focused on his studies.
He did not disappoint me—or the villagers.He rose to prominence in the business world, becoming a rising star listed among those with the potential to become future billionaires.
Yet fate was cruel.When he returned to his hometown to visit me, I was already gone, having lost my life to the illness that had haunted me for years.
But my story did not end there.The kindness and blessings I had accumulated in my previous life granted me a second chance—to be reborn.
This time, as an 18-year-old young woman, I re-entered his life under a completely different identity.
Carrying the memories of an entire lifetime, I could not help but wonder— should I continue this unfinished fate… or rewrite it?