What if death isn't the end, but the beginning?
What if every time you wake up, you're one step farther from the truth?
After dying at the same intersection for the seventh time, Lin Huiyu finally became certain she was trapped in time.
The jade bangle on her wrist, passed down by her grandmother, grew hot as a warning every time she died, then turned smooth and cool again whenever she was reborn. She thought it was just a personal cycle of survival, until she discovered that every time she successfully escaped death, misfortune shifted to her younger sister, Huiwan.
The cycle wasn't a curse, but a far crueler kind of selection.
First time 🤭