Destiny is mine
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In my previous life, I was her shady substitute.
Her blood was taken to make elixirs, her spiritual roots were destroyed, and the eyes that most resembled hers were gouged out.
Before I died, Heaven whispered in my ear:
"You are the one chosen by fate."
Shen Henghua died once.
He died in that abandoned garden that no one knew about, his blood was drained, his spiritual roots were crushed, his eyes were gouged out, and he rotted silently like a fruit that had been squeezed out of its juice.
She didn't know until her death that Shen Qingyi's reputation as a genius was built with her blood; Shen Qingyi's smooth path to immortality was paved with her bones. And she is just a substitute, a piece of waste paper that is thrown away after use.
After resurrecting his life, the fourteen-year-old Shen Henghua stood in the shabby room at the outer gate of Taixu Sect, looking at the face in the mirror that was very similar to Shen Qingyi. He did not cry or make trouble, but quietly curled his lips.
This time, she won't run away.
She wanted to watch Shen Qingyi give everything back to her, one by one.
But she didn't expect that when she tore open the substitute's skin and revealed its true edge, the immortal who once turned a blind eye to her would kneel in front of her with red eyes and plead humbly——
"Don't look at me with her face."
——This is a story about a substitute finding himself again. It's not a counterattack, it's a return to position. It's not revenge, it's awakening.
Destiny is not in Heaven, but in me.
