If her soul hadn’t lingered after death, how could she have known that Chu Jimo, so cold, noble, and impossibly proud, had avenged her after she died, then coughed up blood and perished?
Even as he lay dying, he still cherished that old, yellowed photograph.
It was of Ming Yan at seventeen, secretly taken by Chu Jimo. She was seventeen, not yet having met the scumbag Xue Lin.
Thinking of this, Ming Yan lowered her cool-lashed eyes, hiding a trace of ruthlessness. Since she’d been fortunate enough to be reborn, she certainly wouldn’t let the people who had destroyed her family live as they had in her previous life…
This time, she’d face the future alongside her bold, fiery best friend…
Very beautiful, very beautiful