There is a modern soul hidden under the skin of a concubine, who predicts three times a day but has to pay the price of amnesia.
When the cowardly girl grabbed her sister's throat with her backhand, the cold-faced regent actually raised the corners of his lips in the dark: "Finally, you show your claws."
The ability to predict and the cracks in memory are intertwined, and every step in the whirlpool of intrigues is startling.
Poisoned by the aunt?
Change the lamp in advance!
The prince forced a marriage?
Anticipate interception!
But why every time after using his power, the powerful regent always blocks him in front of the bed: "Have you lost your memory for the third time?"
I don't mind helping you review..."
Ten years of secret love turned into a golden cage, and the secret to his identity turned out to be a substitute.
Let's see how Modern Soul uses precognitive blind chess to break the game and make the paranoid boss willing to surrender: "Is this a job for you, is it enough to exchange for your sincerity?"
