When the gold powder fell from the tip of the pen, I heard the sound of bones breaking in my previous life.
"How dare the witch touch the Buddha statue!" Xie Mingyan's shrill voice pierced the silence of the Mahavira Palace. Her white sleeves brushed the prayer flags, and three poisonous needles in the dark were aimed at my unfinished mural - a killing pattern that was exactly the same as in the previous life.
