The day she died, she knew he loved her.
Shen Zhaoning died in the river in March, with water plants wrapped around his feet and the moonlight shattering into pieces.
On the shore, her good sister cried heartbrokenly - it was this sister who personally handed over the fatal bowl of lotus seed soup two hours ago.
The moment the river water poured into her throat, she heard someone calling her name heartbreakingly.
It's Pei Yanzhi. The adopted son who grew up in the Shen family was her nominal brother.
He jumped into the river to fish for her. He fished for her for three days and three nights, but only found one embroidered shoe.
It turns out he likes her.
But she died.
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Zhaoning was fifteen years old again, one month before getting married.
The stepmother is still laughing, the concubine is still pretending, and the scumbag is still acting. Nothing happened, everything happened in time.
This time, she didn't want to be sensible, kind, or tolerant.
She wanted them to have a taste of what it meant to be unable to survive or die.
[Replacement system has been activated]
"What do you want?"
"I want them all to go to hell."
"What's the price?"
"Take whatever you want."
But she didn't know that there were some prices she simply couldn't afford.
Purpose: rebirth, revenge, cool writing