林峰坐起身，揉了揉发胀的太阳穴，vents out a long breath. The room around him was spacious and bright, with a modern minimalist decor he often saw online. Abstract paintings adorned the walls, giving it a touch of elegance. His eyes were drawn to the bed—soft and plush—and the high-end wardrobe beside it. Then there was the laptop desk, looking expensive and sturdy.

He still couldn't believe he was back in time, right after graduating college. The last time he'd been here, he'd been broke thanks to his stupid relatives. This time, things would be different. He had to make sure they understood why flowers were so colorful.

"First things first," he said to himself, standing up and walking to the desk. He opened the laptop—top of the line, just like the one he'd lost. The screen adorned a sleek design, and the performance was unmatched. He logged in, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

A few clicks later, he was on a stock trading platform. He'd been fascinated by the stock market since his last life, but he hadn't had the means to dabble. Now, he had a chance.