In his first life, he was a poor scholar, and she was the daughter of a noble family.
She defied the emperor’s decree and rejected another match, waiting for him to pass the imperial exams. Instead, she received an invitation to his wedding with a princess.
In his second life, he was a general, and she was a female general from an enemy kingdom.
The day the city fell, she died smiling beneath his sword, her blood staining his battle robe.
In his ninth life, he was a surgeon, and she was his terminally ill patient.
He removed her oxygen mask with his own hands, and her final tear fell onto his fingers.
In his tenth life, he became the CEO of a business empire, while she was merely an assistant who served tea and ran errands.
Until one day, she accidentally shattered the glass cup he had treasured for nine lifetimes.
“I’ve finally found you.” With red-rimmed eyes, he pinned her against the wall. “This time, you’re not dying before me.”
This is a masterpiece that the title of the book delayed. The author's portrayal of the book is profound and the content is thrilling and ups and downs. It is not recommended to read it in the middle of the night 🤭.