Three years; Chen Shi had long become accustomed to this identity. When people talk about “Song Lang”, he seemed to be remembering another person who he was particularly familiar with, but that was not himself.

Chen Shi said faintly, “Anyway, life is short, as long as I can live comfortably, my identity is not important.”

“In case I die someday, I’ll need you to take care of my girl... What a good deal for you... But you can't let her know that you aren’t me. As long as she thinks I’m alive, that’s fine. In addition, here’s a card. The password is the last six digits of my phone number, which contains the money I have earned over the years. It’s not much. About one million. You can go and spend it. “

“What are you doing? Are you leaving behind your final words?”

“Mixed up in this type of life, I’ll pay for it sooner or later. I was sixteen...