She was once the Heavenly Dao, master of all things. Now she is merely Yang Yurong, a little village girl with a faint, bewildered flush on her cheeks.
On a bloody, rainy night, the men in black who slaughter her village call her "Master." At the critical moment, seven streaks of rainbow light tear through the darkness and descend from the sky! Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet: guardians formed from the rainbow around her. They drive back their powerful foes and hold her close, their voices trembling with the joy of surviving disaster. "At last, you're waking up!"
Fleeing for their lives beneath storm-dark skies, Yang Yurong should feel safe in the warm embrace of the woman in green. But at this moment, when their lives depend on one another, fragments of the cruelest memories sealed away by reincarnation suddenly pierce her soul. The last time her cycle of reincarnation ended, on that cold, lifeless altar of supreme sacrifice, it was these same seven brilliant streaks of rainbow light that pushed her into the abyss of sacrifice with their own hands! Their faces showed nothing but the indifference of those carrying out their mission.
Those warm arms now feel like red-hot irons. Yang Yurong's pupils tremble as she looks into the woman in green's clear, caring eyes, overwhelmed by terror and betrayal.
"It was you..." Her broken whisper vanishes into the storm.
When those meant to protect her are also the ones offering her up, and awakening means walking once more toward a predetermined destruction, is she still "herself" after transmigrating through countless cycles of reincarnation? This time, can the girl with the flush on her cheeks tear apart the fate of eternal reincarnation, caught between recovered memories and a lost sense of self, between the protection of those dearest to her and the deepest betrayal?
