Three hundred years ago, she died in her sickbed, clutching his jade bangle and promising they would meet again in their next life.
Three hundred years later, she woke up in the morgue. The jade bangle on her wrist awakened the 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.
And he woke up that same night, too. Bearing the vow they had made three hundred years ago and her dying words, “Find me,” he had waited for who knew how long in this strange new era.
At last, they were reunited in this life.
This time, they would settle with their own hands the bloody debt that had spanned three hundred years.
From the inner courtyards of ancient mansions to the modern business world, it took her three lifetimes to finally take her fate into her own hands.
