Reborn, truly reborn. Recalling the events I had encountered before, I couldn't help but chuckle silently. Covering my eyes with my hand, tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my fingers. It wasn't sorrow, but rather astonishment. Life could truly be reorganized, and it already had been. 。Before his death at the age of fifty-five, Zhu Yi was a prolific writer whose works enjoyed widespread acclaim and popularity. Many of his books were adapted into film, television, and even video games. However, one of his unfinished manuscripts remained untouched until after his untimely passing due to overwork. This final work, despite being incomplete, held immense potential based on his previous success. It was estimated that with proper marketing, the book could have generated significant revenue. Nevertheless, financial gain was not Zhu Yi's primary concern. He had made a vow at the age of fifty to prioritize artistic integrity over commercial success, ensuring that his final work would be completed according to his vision. Therefore, there were no worries about posthumous arrangements or the fate of his legacy. 。,I originally thought that my life would be fleeting, but now I realize that this is not the end, but the beginning.,A slight smile, a sleep, and the rest can wait until after waking up.。