The moment the silver hairpin pierced his palm, Lu Zhaoci heard the sound of blood dripping on the snow.
"Ding——"
It was like the sound of the Buddhist beads on the Queen's wrist hitting the silver orchid hairpin that night when she was chained in the Shang Palace Bureau in her previous life. She stared at her bloody fingertips, and the cold faces of the two nuns behind her were reflected in the bronze mirror. It turns out that when a person lives a new life, even his sense of pain will awaken in advance.
