As soon as Shen Ci opened her eyes, a sea of fire surrounded her. She was eight years old.
Beneath him was his mother's body, and behind him were the collapsed beams.
She didn't remember the memory of the original owner, she only knew that someone set the fire on purpose.
There is no golden finger, no system, she only has a brain that has lived in modern times for twenty-six years.
The four brothers held her in their hands: "Whoever dares to touch a hair of my little sister, I will tear down his kiln."
The three sisters protected her behind her: "With my sisters here, no one can bully you."
The stepmother smiled softly: "This child was frightened by the fire. I will take care of him from now on."
Shen Ci also smiled.
She looked down at the burnt piece of porcelain in her hand - the thing her mother held in her palm before she died.
The glaze color is wrong. The temperature is wrong. The recipe... Is even more wrong.
Who killed her mother?
Who wants to destroy the Shen family's kiln?
She will check them out one by one.
Then, let the Shen family's porcelain be sold all over the world.
