Transmigrated to Ancient Times to Reform a Spoiled Young Master

He stood beneath the scattered shadows of apricot blossoms, holding an umbrella. The turning ribs cast shadows that cut through the dusk. Two souls trembled together in their veins: the silver spear that had pierced her heart in a past life now hung at his waist, transformed into half a broken blade. Its edge was traced with dark red markings that matched the birthmarks on both their collarbones.