The door was pushed open, and a young boy of about fourteen ran in, looking rather disheveled with messy hair, obscuring his features.,Lin Ling was just an ordinary person. Like his deceased childhood friends, he had no connections, no potential, and no real strength.,"This feeling of being watched is so unsettling. The child I saved in my past life, he must be watching over me. I'm surely here because of his blessing, so I can't disappoint him, I have to live!"。