A gray hue plastered the sky as rain season was here. From time to time, a strong shower would occur.
Thunder sounded from afar, approaching them as the dull roar grew louder.
"Eh?" Xiang Yi was taken aback, unable to believe it. Finally snapping back to reality, she said: "Brother… you mean, that person's appearance wasn't an accident?"
"Behind all coincidences exists an inevitability. According to the rules of this 'system' you mentioned, only souls on the verge of life and death can be selected. But you technically do not conform to this rule. Because you were injured, but it wasn't serious."
A year ago, Xiang Yi was in a car accident and passed out on the spot. A couple hours later, she awoke with only minor external wounds.
Xiang Yi frowned, trying to follow her second brother's train of thought. "So you're saying I might not be the person that was originally chosen to transmigrate..."
