Shen Ruyan slowly came to, her head pounding as the nightmare of her previous life still clouded her thoughts. The Crown Prince of Molten Flame’s heartless words and that icy blade still seemed to stab at her heart.
“Miss, you’re awake! The Fourth Prince is waiting for you in the main hall. Your coming-of-age ceremony is in three days, and you have a date with the Fourth Prince, remember?” Qinghe’s voice brought Shen Ruyan back to reality.
Shen Ruyan’s eyes flew open, filled with shock and confusion. She looked around at the familiar furnishings of her boudoir, and her heart gave a sudden lurch. This was... her room. She had been reborn! She had returned to three years earlier, before any of the tragedies had happened.
