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MidReal Story
Reborn Hearts: A Family's Secret
Scenario:一个男人变了他前女友元晴的女儿芷睿，他们已经分手了十多年，这孩子是她交到富二代的孩子，但她没有忘记这个男人，她喜欢他的灵魂，她把他的灵魂放进了女儿的身体，一起生活。而这个男人也喜欢上了这个生活，开始以小学女生的身份上学，当前女友的女儿。但他发现他成了自己儿子的同班同学，他儿子子豪好像还喜欢这个女孩。
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Zhirui Chen
the vessel for the man's soul,daughter of Yuanqing and a wealthy heir,classmate of Zihau,petite with long black hair and bright eyes,curious and adaptable.
Yuanqing Li
Zhirui's mother and the man's exgirlfriend,wealthy socialite with a complex past,motherly yet secretive.
Zihau Chen
Zhirui's classmate and unknowing brother to her true identity as his father.
I was reborn as Zhirui Chen, the daughter of Yuanqing Li and a wealthy second-generation heir.
My first memory was from elementary school.
I remember lying on the desk and staring at the small Chen family tree drawn on the chalkboard.
My teacher explained that every living thing has a family tree.
She pointed to the root of the tree and said that this is where our ancestors came from.
At that time, I didn’t know much about my parents or my family history.
But I had a feeling that this family tree was not complete because I was different from the other kids.
While they could ask their parents about their ancestors, I could not.
I tried to remember something about my past life, but I could not recall anything.
All I knew was that I was five years old and in the first grade.
I lived with my mother in our house.
During recess, I walked up to Ms. Wang, who was sitting at her desk.
I looked at her with curiosity on my face.
"Why does my family tree feel incomplete?"
I asked in a voice that was a mix of innocence and urgency.
Ms. Wang paused for a moment, considering my question carefully.
"Sometimes, family histories are complex," she replied with a gentle smile.
"Maybe you can ask your mother for more details."
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of anticipation and apprehension.
I knew that my mother had secrets about our family, but I didn’t know what they were.
As I walked back to my desk, I couldn’t help but wonder what she might tell me.
Later that day, as I sat in the backseat of the car, I glanced over at Zihau Chen, who was driving us home.
He seemed cheerful and relaxed, whistling along to the music playing on the radio.
I studied his profile, trying to see if he had any idea about our past lives.
