Linbo An

My best friend was killed by a domestic violence man in my previous life, and I, who was seeking revenge for her, was locked in his throat,Outside the window, there was a strong wind and rainstorm. Just when I was dying, he knocked down the bookshelf, and the dusty diary on the top fell with the books. I saw the familiar handwriting - "August 29, 2015, overcast weather..."The sound of the bookshelf falling was thunderous, but why did he release his hand to protect my head and neck?Opening my eyes, I saw Lin Bo'an at a loss, 16-year-old Lin Bo'anAnger surged in his heart, but he looked concerned and tightly grasped my hands. His affectionate eyes seemed to swallow me up. What happened?Please read the book for a clear understanding