This city never lacks miracles, only people who create miracles. At the age of thirty, Lin Bei stood on the rooftop, holding a dismissal notice, his girlfriend's breakup letter, and the landlord's rent reminder pasted three times. The wind blew over, carrying the fireworks of the barbecue stand, and downstairs was the still bustling night market. "Could it be that I, Lin Bei, will just end up like this in this life?" He smiled. He smiled until tears came out. But the moment he turned around, the old pocket watch in his pocket suddenly began to spin backward crazily.