I traveled through time and became the daughter of Tong Jia, a family of tomb robbers, but I was misunderstood by black glasses as a mole in the tomb passage.
He pinched my neck and said, "All women from the Tong Jia family should die in the tomb," and then turned and left.
Five years later, I returned to China with my archaeological team, and was personally greeted at the airport by Xie Yuchen, the president of the partner.
He said in front of all employees: "This lady's child looks very much like our Mr. Hei, who has been missing for many years."
That night, black glasses broke into my room, with scarlet eyes, tearing open the child's collar——
The ancestral birthmark of Tong Jia's family was burning like blood.
"It was your sister who lied to me back then." His voice trembled, "You and the child... How can I repay you?"
