The chill of the sword's edge left in my throat suddenly woke me up in the sedan chair.
The moment my fingertips touched the phoenix hairpin in my hair, the memory of my past life wrapped around my spine like a poisonous snake - when Xiao Jingheng's black iron sword penetrated my heart, the blood spattered on the uppers of his dragon-patterned boots; when Su Yue saw me in the cold palace and slashed my face with a gold hairpin, she smiled and said, "My sister's tears are better than the pipa music."
