When an accident pushed Xia Wanxing into the whirlpool of fate, when she opened her eyes, she had returned to the unharmed morning. This time, she is no longer a soft persimmon who can be bullied, but a "counterattack" reborn with memories of her past life and mysterious power.
In the campus, the sun shines mottledly on her shoulders through the sycamore leaves. The classmates who used to mock her come again with their teeth and claws - but they don't know that she has already laid a dragnet. Rising from difficulties, she shreds rumors with calmness and wisdom, like a rose growing against the wind, blooming among thorns.
The workplace is like a battlefield, with swords and swords hidden behind smiles. When she first entered the society, she was squeezed out of breath by the old fritters, but she also found an opportunity to break through every desperate situation. The turning point is never accidental, it is the foreshadowing she laid in countless late nights. Cost? Maybe it's the silhouette of someone walking alone, or the tenderness that has to be given up.
She has twin souls beside her, Mo Li, who are sometimes as cold as frost and sometimes as agile as the wind; there is also Shen Yichen, whose love turns to obsession and blackness turns to sorrow, but he always protects her. Together they weave a web of fate intertwined with sweet pets, sadomasochism and reversal.
When the world changes quietly, when rebirth is no longer just a coincidence, she begins to ask: If our destiny has already been written, do we still have the right to choose?
