The instant Han Xi opened her eyes, she was bewildered.
She had died, and then come back to life.
She thought no one could survive the way she had died.
But she was alive again, with a new life that was a little too melodramatic.
Her mother had been a hopeless romantic, and died giving birth to her.
On the day she was born, her father was marrying a new bride.
Her father had it all: promotion, wealth, and his wife's death.
No, even after his wife died, he had another one.
Han Xi was left speechless. Her mother had married her father when he was at his poorest, given him money, and supported his studies so he could pass the exams and earn an official post.
But in the end, her father married someone new, while his old love died in childbirth and still wouldn't leave him alone as a ghost.
She kept brainwashing herself, insisting that he loved her.
Her mother's love-addled brain would have disgusted even a zombie.
That was her life from the start. She was at a loss: a hopelessly lovestruck mother, a cold father, a malicious stepmother, and herself, still swaddled in her cradle.
