She opened her eyes and saw numbers floating above everyone's heads.
Red meant sin, blue meant good deeds. Her best friend, who had caused her death, had 999 above her head; her fiancé had 455. And she, the fool who had died in a fire, had only 1.
Reborn from the flames, she now had an eye that could judge people by their numbers. She carefully navigates the sweet traps her enemies have laid for her, then tears away every hypocritical mask at her engagement banquet. Until a mysterious man whose number always reads zero appears and tells her the truth:
“You can see the numbers because your mother gave her life to bring you back. But each time you use this ability, you lose a piece of your memory, until you completely forget your hatred and even who you are.”
Su Ruanruan runs her fingers over the bronze mirror her mother left behind. Her own number is now changing wildly in its reflection.
So be it. Before she forgets everything, she will remember this: this time, she will judge not only her enemies, but also the System that controls fate.
