Shen Yuanting died many times. Every time it was in Gu Yanqing's hands. The night the fire burned through the ancestral hall, she thought everything was finally over. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she was back in the sedan chair where she was eighteen years old - with a red silk hijab, the suona was booming, and the door of the Gu family slowly opened in front of her. This time she didn't believe anything. Don't believe in his gentleness, don't believe in his vows, don't believe in "this time it will be different". Carrying all the memories of her previous life, she walked step by step into this man-eating house and turned over the chessboard with a smile. And the man who had never been reborn finally remembered the pain of every life until the moment he lost her.
