Summary
I transmigrated back to the time when Jiang Que was still a penniless young man.
Inside a dim, cramped rental, the teenager was tracing the veins of his wrist with a small knife.
That was the year his family went bankrupt and his parents were driven to jump off a building to their deaths.
The rental was damp and dark; Jiang Que had no intention of staying alive.
That was until the next second, when I pushed the door open, clutching my pregnant belly and calling out to him timidly.
“Hubby…”