The woman stared at Jin San with wide eyes.

  The boy gaped at Jin San.

  The girl shrank behind the boy.

  Almost simultaneously, Jin San heard three screams. He believed that from this moment on, his ears would definitely have problems, so he quickly covered them with his hands.

  "You... you didn't die?" The woman mustered her courage and squeezed out a sentence through her teeth. Jin San noticed that her body was trembling, and the trembling was getting worse.

  "I died?" Jin San didn't know how to respond to the woman's question.

  "Weren't you... lying in the coffin just now?" The woman's face had turned increasingly pale.

  "How could I be in a coffin?" Jin San didn't know who he was asking this question to.

  "You..." The woman finally took a step towards Jin San. She stretched out her delicate white hand and fiercely pinched Jin San's face, causing him to let out a scream like a dying pig.

  "You were pretending to be dead! You dead thing, daring to mess with me!" The woman cursed while hitting Jin San repeatedly.

  Jin San smiled bitterly; everything was so absurd. He had absurdly in in a coffin, absurdly died, absurdly come back to life, and absurdly been beaten by a woman, although she was a very beautiful woman.

  "I died, so how did I die?" Jin San felt bewildered.

  "I still want to know how you died. You just went to sleep and stopped breathing. Do you know how much silver I spent and how many doctors I hired to see you? They all said you were beyond saving, that you were dead. Who would have thought you'd come back to life now?" The woman spoke, spitting as she chewed her words.

  "Who are you? Why are you hitting me?" Jin San finally couldn't hold back and shouted. Although the woman's punches weren't heavy, being hit repeatedly still caused a stinging pain on his skin.

  "Who am I? You don't even know who I am!" The woman's voice was so loud it could shatter eardrums. Jin San quickly crawled out of the coffin; he didn't want to stay there any longer.

  "How did I end up here? Where is this?" Jin San ignored the woman and instead turned to look around. Although there weren't many pieces of furniture in the room, it looked very tidy. It seemed this woman was quite skilled at managing household chores.

  "Where is this? I think you're really pretending to be dead and faking a problem. This is your home, I'm your wife, they are your children; what are you still pretending for?" The woman said angrily, hands on her hips.

  "What? You're my wife, and they are my children?" Jin San couldn't believe he heard that right. He had never married because he was too fond of gambling, so no woman liked him, and no woman was willing to marry a gambler. Since he didn't even have a wife, where would the children come from?

  "Do you really have a problem?" The woman seemed to notice something was off with Jin San and reached out to touch his forehead.

  "I think I really have a problem," Jin San muttered to himself. He suddenly realized that the whole situation was becoming more and more absurd. First, someone gave him a bck box, then a yellow note guided him to do things, and next, he inexplicably ended up in a desert, where he encountered a bunch of dead people. Now, he had also become one of the dead. Dead people... so who was he?

  "Who am I?" Jin San knew it was silly to ask this question, but he really wanted to know the answer.

  "It seems you really have a problem. You are you; you are Baomu!" The woman ughed, completely forgetting her earlier fear.

  Baomu! Jin San's mind buzzed. He was Jin San, the Jin San who loved to gamble. His name was given to him by his mother. Whenever someone called out his name, he would respond. Anyone who knew him knew him as Jin San. Although Jin San wasn't famous, he had never changed his name. But now, how did he become Baomu? Mu, Jin San suddenly remembered that voice...

  "What kind of wood do you like?"

  Jin San suddenly raised his head, a piece of paper swaying back and forth in front of him. He recognized the hand holding the paper; it belonged to that woman.

  "What is this?" Jin San reached out to take the paper.

  "Look for yourself," the woman said bluntly.

  Divorce papers. Jin San was sure he wasn't mistaken.

  "I had no feelings for you to begin with. I thought you were dead, and that would have been that. But since you're not dead, this divorce paper comes in handy." The woman said while filing her nails.

  A woman divorcing a man was something Jin San had never heard of before; he couldn't help but ugh.

  "You still dare to ugh? Fine, if you're ughing, it means you agree. The three of us are going back to my parents' house now. From now on, you are you, and I am me. You go your own way, and I'll go mine. We'll stay out of each other's business!" After saying this, the woman picked up her bundle and led the two silent children out the door.

  "Wait a minute!" Jin San had to call out to the woman.

  "Are you having second thoughts?" The woman's voice was very low.

  "No, I just want to know where this pce is."

  The woman rolled her eyes and shouted loudly, "Where is this pce? You've lived here for so long and don't even remember this? Of course, this is Chánchú City!"

  Chánchú City? What a strange name. There's actually a town in the world with this name. Jin San found it amusing; he really wanted to ugh, but it was a bitter ugh. He had just gotten a beautiful wife and had two children who looked like him, but in the blink of an eye, all of that became the past, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared. What on earth happened?