In the last life, three of our best friends personally customized three "painted skins" for ourselves.
We thought we could get a new life, but we didn't know that what was carved by the scalpel was a spell leading to hell.
Our faces were broken, our lives were ruined, and we ended up hating each other in each other's tears.
When we opened our eyes again, we actually returned to the Tang Dynasty.
In this life, we return with the memory of blood.
Those evil spirits who use "beauty" as bait will definitely pay the price.
We work out, fight, and rebuild our true selves through sweat.
When a healthy body and a strong heart allow us to radiate dazzling light, we are shocked to realize that the real "painted skin" is never the skin on the face, but the shackles on the heart.
And that enemy who is jealous of us and follows in our footsteps is obsessively picking up the "skin" we discarded, and walking step by step towards the irreversible ending we have prepared for her...
