Shen Yuanting has died many times. Every time, it was at Gu Yanqing’s hands. The night the great fire burned through the ancestral hall, she thought it was finally over. But when she opened her eyes, she was back inside the bridal sedan at eighteen, with a red veil over her head, suona horns blaring, and the Gu family gates slowly opening before her. This time, she believes in nothing. Not his tenderness, not his vows, not that “things will be different this time.” Carrying every memory from her past life, she walks step by step into this man-eating household, then smiles as she flips the whole chessboard over. And the man who was never reborn only remembers the pain of every lifetime at the moment he loses her.
