Ji Yu was reborn.
He died when the foundation of the road collapsed, and his spirit and soul were destroyed.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back three days before the apprenticeship ceremony. A cold will forced her to go back to the apprenticeship path to atone for the sins of her previous life.
She lowered her eyes and responded.
In this life, she spoke softly to the proud son of the family, carefully protected the young master of the demon clan, and taught the gloomy young man everything she had.
She watched as the ice in their eyes turned into a fiery obsession, and watched as the net they thought they had weaved quietly slowly tightened.
Until the night when the contract was formed, the red silk was like blood, and the three apprentices held her hands, their eyes filled with the possessiveness and madness that she was so familiar with.
Ji Yu let them hold it, and his eyes lightly scanned this carefully arranged dream.
She suddenly laughed very softly.
"Have you had enough fun?"
The three apprentices suddenly froze.
Her fingertips had touched the most fragile lifeblood of the illusion.
Purpose: Respect teachers and Taoism