My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

When the first drop of rain fell from the distant sky, Lu Zaozao was still staring in a daze at the blank notebook on which he could not write.

The window was not closed, but half-open. Raindrops blew in with the wind, falling on the pages of the notebook and spreading like a teardrop falling from a height. The moon was dim and almost the entire figure was hidden behind the layers of clouds.

Realizing that he had been in a daze for too long, Lu Zao Zao finally came to his senses.

The clouds rolled over, and it was pitch black. The rain fell with a bang, hitting the ground like beads. Lu Zao Zao hurried to close the window. The water vapor that hit her face immediately sprinkled most of her body. She wiped her face, wiped away the water drops that covered her eyes, and carefully checked whether the window was closed tightly.

After everything was settled, Lu Zao Zao returned to his seat.

The night was dark, the street lights in the courtyard were still on, and the rain was getting heavier, hitting the leaves of the jacaranda trees outside the house like a hurried piece of music. The raindrops hit the windows quickly, and then flowed down slowly like a thin stream of water, and the whole world was trapped in a grand and hazy mist.

Lu picked up the pen early and unconsciously drew several dark black long lines on the notebook in a disorderly manner, just like a ghost's scribbles. He drew scribblingly from time to time, and unknowingly filled the whole side of the paper, turning it into a black paper.

But his mind was not too confused. He even knew exactly where he started to draw his first stroke. His finger gently touched that spot, and Lu Zao Zao began to carefully calculate and recall some things.

And make bold speculations and guesses.

It turned out that she was not reborn by chance at the age of fifteen, but lived again from the beginning.

Is it the same for Xie Huinian? Like her, he was not reborn at a certain point in time, but remembered everything from his previous life and lived again with his memories.

But with almost the same life path, how could Xie Huinian's fate have such a big turn and change? Did Xie Huinian live a long and loving life with the person he loved in his previous life? If not, why is Xie Huinian's life different from what she knows in the novel?

If this world is indeed a complete and strictly hierarchical fictional world as she has seen and known, does it mean that she is not the only one who has been reborn and returned with her memories, but there are others as well?

Write down all the possible and impossible things in a notebook, and keep checking and crossing them and marking them with different marks.

Lu Zaozao looked at the notebook with two full pages of records and felt her head begin to ache uncontrollably, as if a hammer was constantly hammering inside, making everything unpredictable and confusing, something she could never guess.

The wound on his wrist was still hurting, and the white gauze was wrapped around it, well hidden in his wide sleeves. Lu had folded up his sleeves early, revealing a patchwork of deep and shallow scars on his forearm.

I don't feel scared, nor do I feel embarrassed, because I am doing it voluntarily, so even the pain is enjoyable.

Lu opened a corner of the window early, and the torrential raindrops fell on her hands, bringing a wet and cold chill.

Several cars stopped in front of the main entrance. The bright headlights illuminated the whole area. Under the lights, the raindrops looked like flying white pearls, falling drop by drop to the ground.

The bodyguards wore white gloves and held large black umbrellas to lead the way. A group of people got out of the car one after another. Most of their faces were covered by the huge umbrellas. All that could be seen were their elegant clothes and tall statures. They walked inside very calmly. The heavy rain could not hide their outstanding and transcendent temperament at all.

Lu Zaozao watched them being surrounded by bodyguards and drivers as they walked towards the villa at the other end. There were so many people together. It was normal for them to go home together, but today was Shen Huaijin and Shen Xiyan's birthday, so it was normal for everyone to get together and then go home together.

Lu Zaozao leaned her elbows on the windowsill and looked at the scene. Raindrops kept falling on her face and staining her collar. At this moment, Lu Zaozao was like a Cinderella who was waiting for the pumpkin carriage to pick her up at midnight. As long as the time came, she would complete a gorgeous reversal and everyone would be eager to fall in love with her.

Unfortunately, she is not the protagonist of a romantic fairy tale, and is destined to never become such a character. It is even highly likely that she will not have a perfect and touching ending.

Life did not treat her like this. It lightly omitted all the pain and torture and only stopped abruptly at the beautiful and bright moment.

Most of the people had walked in, and when no one could be seen anymore, Lu Zao Zao closed the window.

His eyes once again fell on the messy things he had just written on the notebook. Lu Zao Zao walked to the bathroom early, wiped his face with a towel, took a few deep breaths, then found an umbrella and went downstairs resolutely.

As she opened her umbrella and walked out the door, Aunt Li just came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of hot soup. Seeing Lu Zao Zao about to go out, she hurriedly called her, "Zao Zao, the meal is ready. Where are you going so late?"

Lu Zao Zao kept walking, her voice blurred by the heavy sound of rain, "Aunt Li, I have something to do, I will be back soon."

Aunt Li watched her slender figure gradually disappear into the darkness, and said loudly: "Zao Zao, if you have anything to do, eat first. It's windy and rainy now. If there is anything urgent that can't be dealt with tomorrow, why not put it aside for now."

All the sounds were drowned out by the heavy rain, and none of them could be heard clearly. Even if they were heard, Lu Zaozao would just walk forward without looking back.

Because you have to find out clearly, there are some things that you can't figure out even if you think about them for a lifetime or rack your brains, so it's better to ask. Even if you don't get the correct answer, you can always get a glimpse of it from the other person's subconscious reaction in an instant.

Finally, I walked to the villa I hadn't seen for a long time. In fact, it wasn't too long ago. After all, I came here two months ago to search through all the drawers and boxes, but unfortunately found nothing.

The tall and heavy door is like an immovable stone wall, completely dividing the people inside and outside the door into two worlds, unable to step in, unable to integrate, and unable to intersect.

Lu put away the umbrella early, shook off the water droplets on the umbrella, then raised his hand and pushed open the door without any hesitation.

The rain showed no sign of abating. The dark grey-blue sky was dyed inky black by the rain, and even brought a hint of coolness. The darkness and rain intensified the coldness - and the light became clearer and brighter.