Nan Xi died on a rainy night.
As five thugs dragged her into a filthy alley, she was still thinking about going home to celebrate her second brother’s birthday. But when she crawled back to the magnificent Nan family villa and pushed open the door, all she saw was blood covering the floor and the eyes of her loved ones, never to open again.
The killer laughed and told her, “When a mentally ill person kills someone, it’s not against the law.”
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at her twenty-second birthday banquet. The timid real heiress, Lin Wei, was holding her “younger brother,” Zhou Ran, by the arm and smiling at her innocently. In her previous life, this seemingly pitiful pair of siblings had personally pushed her into hell.
This time, Nan Xi put away all her naivety. Smiling, she cut Lin Wei a slice of cake and welcomed her home, all while hiding a knife beneath her skirt.
At the banquet, she met Min Jiusi, the heir apparent of the capital’s most powerful family. This man had two faces: by day, he was a compassionate saint; by night, a ruthless, unhinged devil.
He whispered in her ear, “Nan Xi, when you need a blade, remember to come to me.”
Nan Xi smiled. This time, she would tear every hypocrite’s mask to shreds with her own hands and send each of her enemies where they belonged.
As for the heir apparent…
“Min Jiusi,” she said, lifting his chin, a frigid glint in her eyes. “Do you want to be my blade, or its sheath?”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “Either one. As long as you like it, I can be anything you want.”
A tale of false and true heiresses, rebirth and revenge, an innocent-looking but dark-hearted heroine, and an heir apparent with a split personality, bound together in an intense, tangled relationship.
This time, she would make everyone understand: when a phoenix stripped of everything rises from the flames, it won’t even leave them ashes.