In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,He was an orphan in his past life. The first half of his life could only be described as ordinary, so ordinary that Lin Ling felt numb. As for the reason for his death, he died saving a child when he was hit by a truck.,Lin Ling's face wore a wry smile, his soul took root within this vessel. He soon realized the original owner had been in a struggle with someone, accidentally killed in the fray. Most importantly, the original owner left him a pair of wounded eyes.。