Após o Renascimento, Casei com um Homem Rico e Mais Velho

As consciousness slowly returned, Shu Shiyun’s mind still echoed with the piercing screech of brakes.

Before he could piece together what had happened, the mournful cries nearby drew his attention.

The solemn cemetery was crowded with people dressed in black, every head bowed, soft sobs rising and falling among them.

When Shu Shiyun spotted his father and uncle in the crowd, he froze in astonishment.

His parents had divorced when he was very young; his mother moved abroad and never returned, while his father remarried just six months later. Because of this, his uncle had always looked down on him, his face twisted in disdain whenever he heard Lan Suzhi’s name.

So how was it that his uncle now stood side by side with the person he despised most—and in apparent harmony? Moreover, his stepmother and stepbrothers were also present.

A bad premonition welled up in Shu Shiyun’s heart. It was then, with a sudden jolt, that he realized his body was floating above the ground, gazing downward in a detached, overlooking stance.

Could it be...

As if responding to his thoughts, his body drifted gently toward the earth, and the name on the tombstone below gradually came into focus.

[Shu Shiyun, aged twenty-five]

The monochrome photograph on the stone caught the light, and Shu Shiyun approached, stunned, to find a face identical to his own.

Yet the young man in the picture looked even more boyish, expressionless, and the black-and-white tones lent him a somber, brooding air.

He remembered making fun of this photo af