'Death was easy and life is hard,' thought Chris or now called Feng Lin. Feng Lin is nine months old. Crawling across the floor, Feng Lin looked back at the spider that was crawling after him.

I fucking hate spiders. Those eight beaded eyes and hairy legs . . . oh and their scary mouths!

Long Ai, his mother, stopped what she was doing as she heard her son who was making a beeline straight to her. Behind him was a small spider crossing the floor.

Laughing at his misfortune, Long Ai picked Feng Lin up off the floor and cradled him in her arms.

"I got you now. It won't get you my little bee. Mommy is here."

To Feng Lin's utter surprise the next thing his mother did was bend down and let the spider crawl up her finger. Squirming in her arms, Long Ai carried both him and the spider as she walked to the door. Taking a step outside the spider found a home on one of the flowers.

An accusatory looked appeared on Feng Lin's face and yet all he heard was more laughter from his mother.

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Life in the Feng family was quite peaceful. Feng Lin was an only child with his father Feng Yong and his mother Long Ai. The Long family was quite large and his mother's sisters would visit often bringing gifts from the orchard and farm. Feng Yong was a scholar and would leave early most days to work at the Wong estate.

Feng Lin found that he could remember some of his past life as Chris yet more and more of the memories were fading. Feng Lin tried to remember all the good times with his dog Shoe and his cat Mo as they curled up next to him or on his lap as he tried to paint or sketch at his old desk. He tried to forget all of his past trauma only for those memories to seem to be the most vivid. Feng Lin believed the reason he could remember anything from his past life must be because of that angelic being who carried him to this realm as well as the strange birthmark on his forearm that looked much like the infinity sign from his past life.

"Learning from past mistakes must be the gift that she gave me," thought Feng Lin.

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Life was peaceful, but it was also ancient. Feng Lin noticed quite quickly that life in this realm would be much different from his past. Firstly, he was definitely Asian or at least an Asian mix since he had black hair, but deep blue eyes. Then again, what did he know? Secondly, electricity wasn't a thing here. He could only imagine that he reincarnated in ancient China or at least an ancient eastern culture. Thirdly, after breakfast, both his mother and father would meditate for an hour in the courtyard and sometimes he swore you could feel some sort of energy surrounding them.