Jiang Mengning was hit and killed by an unscrupulous fan, and Jiang Qihuai was hit and killed by a car on his way to attend his sister's funeral.
Once both died, they were sent here.
But the identities of the two people are very different.
Zhou Qihuai sighed.
"I originally thought that fate was unfair to us, but now it seems that we are lucky. At least, we met here."
"Sister, I'm really, really happy."
"But, how do you survive in such a miserable place?"
Without even two seconds of seriousness, the man started commenting on the surroundings.
"You have to grow your own vegetables, carry your own water, and live in a mud house. It's not convenient to buy things nearby. Sister, you must have suffered a lot living in a place like this!"
He was about to pull his sister's hand to see if her fingers had become rough.
Jiang Mengning slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me. Relationships between men and women are very serious in this era."
Zhou Qihuai pouted: "There's no one here, what are you afraid of!"
"No one is allowed."
Zhou Qihuai snorted: "Why have you changed? How long have you been here and you've become so cautious? Have you been bullied? Tell me and I'll help you beat them up."
Jiang Mengning looked at him unhappily: "No, it's nothing. When has your sister ever been bullied?"
"Yeah, my sister is so capable!"
As we were talking, we arrived at our residence.
Zhou Qihuai was even more disgusted.
"Oh my god, you live here! It's so shabby."
His nose felt sore and he wanted to cry: "My sister, you are really crying."
He sniffed and looked around the house without any hesitation.
"Don't worry, sister. I'm here and I won't let you suffer like this. It's a good thing you don't have a partner or are not married. If you marry someone and live here, I'll be furious."
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