When a drop of blood fell into the morning dew, I heard the soft sound of the gears of fate turning again.
The sandalwood at the birthday banquet still carried the burn marks of past life memories, and Gu Yunjing's gentle and watery face reappeared. But this time, I am no longer the silly girl who feeds the wolves with my sincerity. Reborn ten years ago, what I hold in my palm is not only the fire of revenge, but also the edge that has never been awakened.
In the first act, I was trapped in the shell of a weak daughter, like a white dove in captivity; in the second act, I secretly learned the art of war, practiced martial arts hard, and quietly weaved a web in the rivers, lakes and courts; in the third act, the price was that I had to personally tear up the shadow that I had fantasized about holding my whole life, and refine my deep feelings into a sharp blade.
Ren Yaoyao's sword split the fog with me, but Chu Yichen's eyes let me see the softness under the cold and hard armor. He is like a lonely pine on a snowy night, silently guarding me every step of the way. But this road is too dangerous, every step is on the tip of a knife, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
