Su He was dead. She died in a car accident.
A roaring Steyr truck’s brakes had failed. Despite the screaming sirens and honking horns, Su He couldn’t dodge it in time.
But she lived again.
Because she had accumulated merit through good deeds in her past life—specifically by restoring the golden statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and eminent monks in temples—the world rewarded her with the chance to be reborn and travel through infinite worlds.
However, who she would transmigrate into depended entirely on Su He’s luck.
When Su He opened her eyes, she was in a pitch-black room without a single ray of light.
Unaccustomed to the darkness, she reached toward the pillow to feel for her phone. Suddenly, her vision flashed white, and a series of images pierced into her mind.
Su He stopped her hand and began to digest the memories. They were the life story of the original owner of this body.
The original Su He was a child from the countryside. Her family was poor, but she was originally a bright student who worked very hard. Unfortunately, she was far too beautiful. Constant harassment and temptation from delinquents both inside and outside of school caused her grades to plummet.
Fortunately, the original owner was conservative at heart; she never did anything she shouldn’t have with those boys.
With her poor grades, she faced unanimous criticism from teachers and parents. Her rebellious streak flared up, and she simply gave up on studying. After failing the college entrance exams, she could have still attended a vocational college, but the family had no money. Instead, she went out to find work with her then-boyfriend.
Once she truly entered society, the original owner felt a twinge of regret. Every day, she opened her eyes to an assembly line and closed them in a moldy, dim dormitory. Her boyfriend turned out to be unreliable; he took to the electronics factory like a fish to water, flirting and hooking up with numerous women.
The original owner was utterly disillusioned.
But she was stubborn—she believed that since she chose this path, she had to walk it to the end, even if she had to do it on her knees. Despite her regrets, she didn’t choose to go back to school. She left the factory and looked for work elsewhere.
At first, she had no money and shared a basement room with another girl. That girl sold liquor at a bar; within six months, the girl had made a lot of money and moved out.
Tempted by the prospect of money, the original owner followed her to the bar upon her recommendation. However, the bar was a den of “dragons and snakes.” Many of the patrons were old men who only wanted to take advantage of her without spending a dime.
After her “tofu was felt” (she was groped) a few times, the original owner resolutely quit. She remembered her father’s warning: If you dare to do something shameful out there, I’ll break your legs!
She returned to the basement, but because she lived alone, she attracted the attention of several men who stared at her lecherously every day. Some even knocked on her door in the middle of the night. One night, she woke up to find someone actually picking her lock!
Terrified, she took the money she had saved from the electronics factory and paid a huge sum to move into a proper residential community, sharing an apartment with a guy.
The room Su He was currently lying in was in that very apartment, which the original owner had rented for only three months.
The rent matched the environment. It was a two-bedroom apartment with two bathrooms. The original owner lived in the second bedroom and used the common bathroom, while the guy lived in the master bedroom.
Initially, she had been on guard. Even if the guy was handsome, who was to say he didn’t have bad intentions? However, after three months, her mind was at ease. The guy couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention; even if she had been the one to initiate something, he likely wouldn’t have cared.
The guy, Shen Juanzhou, was a game streamer. Their schedules were perfectly opposed: she slept when he was awake, and she woke up when he went to sleep. The two stayed out of each other’s way, remaining nothing more than nodding acquaintances.
The original owner felt secure, but her money was almost gone. She was currently working at a Hunan restaurant chain, earning only 4,500 yuan a month. She had saved 10,000 yuan from her six months at the factory, but after drifting around, she only had 7,000 left.
The rent for this place was 3,000 yuan a month. She had negotiated a “one month deposit, one month rent” deal with the agent, but paying that alone had completely drained her.
Every day, she carried a massive burden of stress. Today, because she was late for work, she was scolded by the floor manager and had 100 yuan docked from her pay.
The original owner couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t buy sleeping pills, so she bought two boxes of blood pressure medication instead. She swallowed them all at once, causing her heart to stop.
And that was how Su He arrived.
Su He touched her chest, feeling the poor heart. It had resumed beating, but it was clearly traumatized, suffering from a slow, weak pulse.
She slowly sat up, taking several deep breaths. Moving the pillow aside, she finally found her phone. As her fingertip touched the screen, it lit up—it felt as if a sliver of light had finally returned to her world.
Su He checked the time; it was actually only 9:00 PM. She climbed out of bed and switched on the lights, finally getting a clear look at the room.
The furnishings were sparse: a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair. A few of the original owner’s cosmetics sat on the desk. The wardrobe was a bit too small to hold everything, so an open suitcase lay sprawled on the floor. On the bed was a single mattress pad, a thin quilt, and a white plush bear that had begun to yellow with age.
Su He shook her head and sighed. The original owner’s life was truly pitiful—a complete tragedy. Taking a deep breath, she resolved: From now on, I am Su He. I will live well on her behalf!
There was a mirror on the desk. When Su He leaned over to look, her heart nearly stopped again. Perhaps due to the overdose, the face in the mirror was as deathly pale as a corpse. Startled, she stood still for a few minutes to catch her breath before slowly picking up the mirror again.
Her fragile heart likely couldn’t handle many more shocks; she could feel it twitching uncomfortably in her chest. After bracing herself, Su He gradually allowed her full face to be revealed in the mirror.
Overall, she looked quite similar to her original self, though perhaps a bit more refined—as if she’d undergone some subtle “fine-tuning.” Her eyes were large and spirited, the corners of her mouth curled upward naturally even without a smile, and her skin was fair and delicate.
Su He poked her cheek. Oh, quite exquisite.
She brushed through her hair, rubbed her face, and nudged her nose and mouth. Su He confirmed it: it was all-natural.
She put the mirror back. Her stomach was growling. Because the original owner had been so depressed, she had only eaten a bite at noon and nothing at all for dinner. What a waste…
Su He slipped on her slippers and pulled open the door.
It was a typical two-bedroom apartment with a layout that allowed for a cross-breeze. The two bedrooms were at opposite ends—one north and one south—separated by two bathrooms. The soundproofing was excellent.
Su He looked around; the place was fairly clean. The two occupants mostly stayed in their respective rooms, so the living room was rarely used.
At this hour, her roommate, Shen Juanzhou, was livestreaming. While she hadn’t heard much inside her room, his voice was audible now that she was in the living room. It was deep and slightly husky, but his tone was currently high-pitched and excited.
“Watch the positioning!” “Drop the skills!” “Take the Dragon!”
Su He listened for a moment; he was clearly in the middle of an intense match. She had no intention of disturbing him. Dragging her slippers along, she headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was bare, clearly showing signs of neglect. The original owner usually ate at the restaurant where she worked, while Shen Juanzhou mostly ordered takeout. Occasionally, the original owner would see him boil some water for instant noodles.
Essentially, both people in this house were equally terrible at taking care of themselves.