Her Twenty-Eighth Rebirth

Twenty-seven deaths. Twenty-eight years of planning. A woman playing chess against a “god.”

Lin Nian woke to the same morning twenty-eight times. Twenty-seven times, she ran, broke down, and was killed. On the twenty-eighth, she smashed the cup of water that was always exactly 45 degrees and sent her “perfect husband” a declaration of war.

He was the creator of this world. She was its only awakened person.

When the prey began hunting the hunter, the creator felt excitement for the first time.

He gave her a gun. It was empty.

“Nian Nian, this is your twenty-eighth time. At last, you're acting like an opponent instead of prey.”

But she didn't want to be his opponent. She wanted to tear down this cage.

Even if the truth beyond it was far more cruel.