Reborn to Revenge Everyone Who Boarded That Flight Died

On the first day of the Spring Festival travel rush, the airport gate was packed with men and women, young and old, all heading home for the New Year.

But I was throwing a tantrum at the gate, rolling around on the ground, and I'd even tossed my luggage all over the floor, refusing to make way no matter what.

The passengers behind me pointed at my nose and cursed me out as a lunatic, saying I was delaying them from getting home for the New Year.

I smiled, sat down cross-legged on the floor, and unhurriedly started scrolling short videos.