She was reborn ten years in the past, on the night she decided to leave showbiz and marry Shen Yu.
This time, she had gained a special ability: whenever she touched someone, she could see a score predicting her future fate in their eyes.
Her adopted sister affectionately took her arm. “I hope you’ll be happy, Sis.” The instant their fingertips met, a line of text appeared: [Score: 2.1. A foolish stepping stone. She’ll die of depression three years after marriage.]
She gave a soft laugh and let go. No one in this world would ever make her play second fiddle again.
At the awards ceremony that night, she “accidentally” touched a top-tier star director she was about to work with. A line appeared before her eyes: [Score: 8.7. Internationally acclaimed actress, youngest ever winner of all three major awards.]
So she tore up the marriage contract and accepted the art-house film no one believed in.
Shen Yu thought she was just throwing a tantrum, and casually waited for her to come back and apologize. It wasn’t until she dazzled the world on the Cannes red carpet that he finally panicked.
He blocked the entrance to her apartment, eyes bloodshot. “Come home with me.”
She lightly brushed his sleeve and caught sight of the vivid red text: [0.5. Destined for a humiliating chase to win her back. His ashes will be scattered.] She withdrew her hand, her expression distant.
“Mr. Shen, please move. You’re in my way.”
