Shen Zhao drew her last breath amid the agony of broken fingers and shattered bones.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the Peach Blossom Banquet, the year she came of age.
Trembling, she reached for her unharmed right hand. The finger bones Xiao Jin had crushed one by one in her previous life were still intact.
The people who had bullied and humiliated her before were laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened, while the man who had dragged her into hell...
Now he was watching her from across the garden in full bloom, his gaze as venomous as ever.
“Qingqing, what kind of flower should I carve into your bones this time?”
