She was originally the daughter of a marquis, but her mother's family was murdered by an adulterer. Her stepmother poisoned her when she was 5 years old, causing her beautiful face to be ruined and she was humiliated.
She was a feared young general, but on the night of her victory, she was poisoned by the current saint, blinded her eyes, and was abandoned in a mass grave.
At that time, there was a strange rumor circulating among the people that as long as you could afford the price, you could change your face and change your life, but the price would be painful.
How about using your ten years of life to replace your face?
"Make a deal".
From then on, there was a magnificent beauty in this world. She raised her fingertips and looked at them biting each other and said with a chuckle: "I will accept your faces too."
Purpose: Using the skin as a sacrifice, I write about the cost of women's soul reshaping, and the fateful redemption of the mutual light and shadow in the incomplete soul.