Under the violent stimulus, Soros immediately fainted.
When he awoke, he found himself lying on his bed with bottles of wine thrown everywhere.
He sat up, suddenly finding the scene inexplicably familiar.
He reached for his cell phone, but saw that it's the one he threw away so long ago. For a moment, he had a ominous feeling.
When he opened the phone, the date display on it made him a little dizzy. It was actually the day after he had just married Anna.
"What, what's going on?"
Soros muttered, seeming to remember something and hastily unzipping his shirt to look.
Caressing the smooth skin, Soros sighed, "Sure enough, no wounds."
"Did God bring me back to redeem me from my previous mistakes?"
He knew everything now. He knew everything Anna had done for him. But he wondered what she thought. How she had done so much without ever telling him.
Even, in the end, even though her life had been given to him. How was he supposed to face her?