The moment the flames burned her body, Su Wanyue fell into the vortex of time and space. The bitterness of the poisonous tea a hundred years ago, the heart-burning pain of the fire, and the coffee delivered by Lu Jinghong with a smile eerily overlap in his memory. When she was reborn from the ashes and forged her tenderness into a blade, she was defeated again and again in the starlight flowing in his eyes - the person who once handed her the deadly poison cup was now allowing her to press forward step by step, letting her love be tempered into poison by suspicion.
His indulgence is like a cage, more like a gentle trap. When the dagger was pressed against his heart, the warmth from his palm awakened the sleeping memory fragments - this body actually carried the obsessions and scars of three reincarnations. The faint fragrance of lotus flowers in the corridor late at night, the faded blood-lettered annotations in ancient books, and the pale figures that appear repeatedly on rainy nights. Behind the layers of fog, there is a truth more terrifying than the murderous revenge.
Three hundred years of time have passed, and love and hate have become entangled. Until he leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the rift in time and space suddenly opened: the so-called fate is just a conspiracy on someone else's chessboard; the truth of being framed and the misplaced hatred will eventually be invisible under the burning light of affection. When the bloody dawn breaks through the darkness, they insist on
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
