Nine pages of blood-written confessions, every character soaked in tears, every page demanding a life.
Every time I die, I’m reborn on the same night.
I have only five minutes, and I can use only my own blood to write clues in a booklet called The Day Forgotten.
When the third watch’s clapper sounds, all my memories are erased.
The booklet has only nine pages. Fill them all, and my soul will be scattered.
The most terrifying thing isn’t dying.
It’s seeing the name written in blood when dawn breaks:
The cousin who makes me bird’s nest soup every day. The fiancé who says, “When I ascend the throne, you’ll be my empress.”
Nine lives. Nine pages of blood-written confessions. The lives of three hundred and seventeen members of the Shen family.
This time, I trust no one.
