Really Fragrant and Slaps in the Face: the Reborn Daughter-In-Law Is Sweet and Refreshing

Reborn. Back when I was eighteen years old, I was sent to the bitter cold village on the third day. Shen Qingci took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs, stinging him. But the pain woke her up and made her sure that this was not a dream. She clenched her fists, her nails dug into her palms, and blood dripped onto the tattered quilt. "Shen Qinglian, Zhao Yanzhi, Wang... …" She read out these three names one by one, her voice as cold as a knife just taken out of the ice cellar. "In this life, it's my turn."