When I was in my senior year of high school, I would dream about a woman wearing black and red Hanfu every night.
She always smiles at me in my dreams, and her smile makes my scalp numb: "It's time to return your body to me."
I thought it was because of too much pressure, until one day I woke up and found a jade bracelet on my wrist that didn't belong to me.
In the mirror, I am looking at the world with strange eyes.
The psychiatrist said that I had schizophrenia, but when I saw her portrait in a history textbook, I knew——
She is the abandoned queen who was crushed to ashes thousands of years ago, and I am the vessel for her reincarnated revenge.
What's even more terrifying is that the people she wants to kill look exactly like my parents in real life.
"Wen Shuxian, stop struggling, you can't fight me."
"Really? Then let's try and see who goes crazy first."
Intention: Hatred is not the only link across time and space. Letting go of obsession is the liberation of two souls.