The Reborn Stone Carver of a Thousand Years

She has been reborn a thousand times, witnessing a noble consort hang herself, a talented woman drown in a lake, and a peasant woman die by hanging.

In every life, she silently carved tombstones for these women, recording their wordless resistance.

Then, in this life, she discovered that the writing on her own tombstone was exactly the same as that on the first tombstone she had carved a thousand years ago.

The ink was still wet when a young girl's voice came from behind her. "Master, it's time to teach me how to carve tombstones."

She turned and saw the jade bangle on the girl's wrist. It was the very keepsake she had worn when she died for love in her thirty-seventh life.

Outside the courtyard, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, just like the blood-red glint in the eyes of the scholar who had broken off a branch for her in her hundredth life.