In our previous lives, the three of us, best friends, had custom-made “painted skins” for ourselves with our own hands.
We thought they would give us a fresh start, never realizing that the surgeon’s scalpel was carving a curse that led straight to hell.
Our faces were ruined, our lives destroyed. Amid one another’s tears, we died with regrets.
When we opened our eyes again, we had returned to the Tang Dynasty.
This time, we came back with memories soaked in blood.
Those demons who used “beauty” as bait would pay for what they had done.
We worked out, learned to fight, and rebuilt our true selves through sweat.
Only when healthy bodies and strong hearts made us shine did we realize that the real “painted skin” had never been the flesh on our faces, but the shackles around our hearts.
And the enemy who envied us and followed in our footsteps is now obsessed with picking up the “skin” we discarded, step by step heading toward the hopeless end we prepared for her…
