The moment Shen Zhiyuan opened her eyes, she smelled blood.
It wasn't hers. It was the original owner's blood. The back of her head had struck the bluestone steps, leaving a gash. Pain surged over her like a wave, mingling with fragments of memories that weren't hers: the Shen family, a concubine-born daughter, her legal mother, and a marriage in someone else's place.
