Reborn from the Ashes: This Time, She’ll Be the One Moving the Pieces

It wasn't the ordinary chill of a winter morning. This was a deathly cold so profound it seemed capable of freezing even the soul. Shen Zhao felt like a fallen leaf swept up by a gale, plummeting through an endless abyss. The wind howled in her ears like shrieking vengeful spirits, tearing at nerves long since numbed.

How she hated them! Hated them so much! Her resentment burned so fiercely, so bitterly, that it drowned out the sensation of freefall and the foreknowledge of her body being smashed to pieces. That hatred was the last pillar keeping her consciousness from shattering completely in the icy wind!

If... if... if she could live again...

She would make them repay everything they owed her, principal and interest, a thousandfold, a hundredfold!

Had she... returned?

This time, she would be the one moving the pieces.