Su Wan knew she was going to die.
After working overtime until three in the morning, her heart hurt as if someone had grabbed it in a fist. She slumped over her keyboard, her cheek against the cold laptop, her right hand clutching a jade bangle. Her mother had pressed it into her hand on her deathbed, saying, "Wanwan, keep this on you. Never take it off." She had worn it for three years without ever removing it.
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the bangle.
The bangle lit up.
A pale blue-white glow spread over her skin, her bones, and her fading consciousness. She felt a force yank her upward, through the office building's ceiling, through the city's night sky, through countless dark tunnels, and then...
She crashed into another body.
A sixteen-year-old girl in silk clothes, fair-skinned and pretty. But there was a gash on the back of her head, and blood had soaked a large patch of the bedding. Her name was Chen Jinxiu, the youngest daughter of the Chen family in Xinghua Village. Three months ago, she had pressured her sister-in-law, Zhao Guihua, to sell her niece, and accidentally beaten Zhao Guihua to death. Three days ago, Chen Jinxiu herself had fallen and cracked her skull. Now her body was at the end of its strength.
The bangle forced Su Wan's consciousness into her. The last vestiges of Chen Jinxiu's hatred roiled like a cloud of filth deep within her mind, then vanished completely.
Su Wan... No, from this moment on, she was Chen Jinxiu.
