Looking at Shen Yaowei's slightly puzzled gaze, Lin Xiao'an inexplicably felt the urge to confide in her.
She had been dead for almost a hundred years.
The loneliness of being a ghost was not something a living person could experience.
"I transmigrated here from a thousand years in the future," Lin Xiao'an said in a low voice. "The delicacies Yu Linlang made today are only available in my world. In my original world, I was a gourmet, but because of an incurable illness, I died in my early 20s. After I died, my soul came to this world, and I was reborn as a young lady."
Shen Yaowei blinked and roughly understood what Lin Xiao'an meant.
It turned out that the soul in front of her had once been reborn, but she had been reborn in someone else's body.
