Three hundred years ago, she died in her sickbed, clutching his jade bangle and promising they would meet again in the next life.
Three hundred years later, she woke in a morgue. The jade bangle on her wrist awakened memories of two lifetimes: she was not only a 28-year-old executive, but also the woman who had watched him die in her arms, hating herself for being powerless to save him.
He woke that same night, too. Bearing the oath they had made three hundred years ago and her dying words, “Find me,” he had waited in this strange era for who knew how long.
In this life, they were finally reunited.
In this life, they would settle the blood debt that had endured for three hundred years with their own hands.
From an ancient household’s inner quarters to the modern business world, it took her three lifetimes to finally take her fate into her own hands.
