Bone Kite

On top of the bones, the kite is reborn. The night before the haircut, the poisonous wine penetrated the intestines. She fell into her red wedding dress and looked at her fiancé hugging her concubine: "Shen Qingyuan, you are just a pawn." When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen years old again. The red mole on my left earlobe is still there, and the burns on my hands haven't appeared yet. There is still time for everything. In this life, she does not want to be a gentle and virtuous lady. She wants to be a kite flying from the bones—— Peck out the enemy's eyes and tear the hypocritical face to pieces. My fiancé wants to be emperor? She wanted him to step down from the throne. My concubine wants to be the third prince's concubine? She wanted her to be despised by thousands of people and die without her body intact. There is also a boy abandoned by the whole world—— She picked him up, sharpened him, and turned him into the sharpest knife in her hand. She came back from rebirth, not to fight for the house, but to let all those who failed her—— Sores on the bones, blood debts are paid with blood.