Qin Xi clearly remembered how the storm had suddenly capsized the dinghy.
At that moment the sea breeze was exceptionally strong, and he was certain that this was all orchestrated by someone, fearing that he wouldn't make it back this time. Then, he handed the pocket watch with a chip inside to a tourist, a twenty-year-old girl. In the darkness, he couldn't see the girl's face clearly. He pushed her onto the raft with all his might, while he himself was washed away by the huge wave.
And indeed, he died in that accident, and when he awoke, he found himself back in the days in the rural areas of Guanzhong.
It was the dream talk he heard in the evening that made him recall his past life. He always had a feeling that Xiangxiang seemed to know him from his past life, but he couldn't remember ever knowing such a big girl. Based on some characteristics shown by Xiangxiang, she should have been a young girl in his past life, definitely not an old soul like him.
