I applied for a university in another city.

At university, I worked part-time and tried not to ask my dad for money.

With the work experience from my previous life, I easily found various part-time jobs.

I didn't give up on studying. When I had no classes or activities, I would spend my time in the library, devoted to obtaining various certificates.

While my peers had no concrete concepts of the future, I, a person with the experience of two lifetimes, was already making copies using the Heavenly Eye.

After graduating, I stayed in the city instead of returning to my hometown, where I didn't want to linger or recall the past.

Time came to my 25th birthday.

That was the age when my nightmare began in my previous life.

I returned to my hometown because of my grandmother's funeral.

My dad cried like a child. I knew that at this moment, he couldn't be comforted by any words, so I tried to help with the logistical work as much as possible.

I worked tirelessly and was drenched in sweat. When I came to the kitchen to take a break, I reached for a bottle of water but couldn't open it because my hands were sweaty.

Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of me, naturally took the bottle from my hand, effortlessly unscrewed it, and handed it back to me.

"Thank you..."

I instinctively expressed my gratitude, but when I looked up and saw the person's face clearly, my throat seemed to be blocked and I couldn't make any sound.

It was...

The young Zhu Sheng from my past life.

My nightmare.

"Hello, you must be Shao Yu, right?"

He waved his hand in front of my eyes and said, "Do I have such an enchanting face? Why are you so stunned?"

I unconsciously took a step back and maintained a distance from him.

He wasn't upset by my lack of response and continued speaking.

"Auntie told me that you would be here today and purposely asked me to come find you."

His way of speaking and smiling resembled the image of him smiling and hitting me in my memory. My body started uncontrollably trembling.

"Auntie told me that you still don't have a significant other... so she wanted us to get to know each other. Maybe... what's wrong with you?"

He noticed that something was wrong with me and lowered his head to come closer to me.

As I looked at his face, I couldn't control my physiological reaction and vomited, saying, "Wow."

The vomit splattered all over him.

He had obviously dressed up today, and now his clean clothes became dirty and smelly.

His expression was in a state of anger that he forcefully suppressed. I was very familiar with it. In my previous life, he wouldn't suppress his emotions. If he was angry, he would have outbursts on the spot and vent his anger on me.

"You... you..." He struggled to control his emotions. "Are you sick? Should I take you to the hospital?"

I waved my hand and broke free from his grip.

Seeing this, he took a step forward again, and the feeling of my stomach churning came back. Once again, I vomited, splashing him from head to toe.

This time, he also lost his composure.

"Are you alright? If you know you're going to vomit, why don't you stay away from me? What's with constantly vomiting on me? I borrowed this outfit; it's very expensive. If it weren't for your mom saying that you had saved up quite a bit of money, I wouldn't have come here. Funerals are so unlucky! You're also unlucky!"

He finished speaking angrily and walked away with unnatural strides.

I wiped my mouth, and as soon as he left, I immediately recovered.

Perhaps this was a mental illness.

But I hadn't expected this.

In this life, my mom hadn't given up on the idea of dragging me to hell.