Song Yuanchao, who left many regrets in his previous life, was reborn and returned to this golden age full of passion and infinite possibilities...

The afternoon sun shines in through the glass of the balcony window, making it warm.

Near the balcony, there is an old rattan chair. Song Yuanchao is sitting in the chair. To his left, there is a thermos cup on a square wooden stool that serves as a coffee table. The lid of the cup is removed and set aside, and the cup is filled with water. The yellowish strong tea was steaming, the TV in the room was on, and news reports came intermittently.