MTL - How To Say I Love You - Chapter 127 Your happiness is the most important

He doesn’t want to be wanted for bounty, or be a pirate, but if there’s no other choice, he can only become a pirate…..

Ichiro was a man who had to live through a tragic and awful life.After losing his wife, his only source of happiness, his despair only got worse until the day he died.To Ichiro's fortune, the Goddess of Life, Phelena, decided to send his soul into a new body in another world. His only condition was for the Goddess to send him far away from people.The goddess agreed, but she certainly had other plans for Ichiro's new life.A wholesome story about a man rekindling his love for living and encountering his lost wife in another world![Story is written in 1st person with a casual tone]

This is a story about a Criminal Police Department Captain who had crossed into the world of the Red Mansion and made a name for himself as Sun Shaozong, the famous detective.

The leading role of the story was originally the Jia’s family. However, with this newly passed-through character of the Captain from the modern world, he started a brand new story.

He was not interested in reciting poetry, did not like to get involved in family conflicts, and did not care about the imperial examination. All he was interested in was solving cases. He became famous in officialdom with his ability to solve cases, and interpreted the Red Mansions from the perspective of a real man!

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