Opening my eyes again, I quickly withdrew my hand as I looked at Old Man Qin lying on the ground.

He lived diagonally across the street from me, and we would usually greet each other when we met, so we could be considered acquaintances. That's why in my past life, without even thinking, I rushed over to help him up.

But this time, a faint smile appeared on my lips.

I quickly retreated a few hundred meters away and sat down on a flower bed.

Watching the old man struggling on the ground, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

This street was relatively secluded, with no surveillance cameras or recording devices, which was why I was powerless to resist in my past life.

Ten minutes later, an auntie took a glance, pursed her lips, and left.

Then, a young couple passed by. The girl looked compassionate, but the man pulled her away.

Old Man Qin lay on the ground, his voice hoarse: "Help, help..."

Unfortunately, no one helped him up.

After another ten minutes, Old Man Qin's struggling became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even call for help anymore.

I kept recalling the tragic scenes of my past life over and over in my mind, pinching my thigh constantly, determined not to make the same mistake again. He deserved what was happening to him.

Suddenly, a girl came running from a distance, with no hesitation on her face, just like me in my past life.