In her previous life, she fought for someone else and won the world championship, only to be framed to death.
Reborn three years ago, there was no golden finger, only a heart that had died once. In this life, she will not be anyone's shadow. She wanted to stand on that podium by herself, and let the scumbag and the second female lead fall off the stage, even worse than she did.
What she didn't know was that the man she had only met once in the arena had been with her for nine lifetimes. Every life he reached out to save her, every time he came just a little closer. In the ninth life, he finally figured out: he couldn't save her, he could only wait for her to wake up on her own.
In this life, she woke up.
The two reborns each have their own memories, one in the light and the other in the dark. He handed him the knife, she flashed the blade, and together they tore the net into pieces.
But she didn't know that the cost of guarding him for nine lifetimes was far deeper than she thought.
