When Jiang Ningying fell into a foreign world, the first thing she saw clearly was the face carved into her bones and blood.
Every moment spent with him was lingering, and the blood-soaked night roared to the surface in his memory.
The hatred of killing her father was still strong. She kept her hatred in her heart, and her soul resided in her body. She tried her best to entangle him and held out the knife from her back at the moment of his deepest trust.
When the gushing blood splashed onto her cheeks, the brokenness in Bu Qize's eyes made her suffocate more than the memory of her father.
He fell down, but tried his best to smile: "Remember?"
The world suddenly stopped, and countless images flooded into my mind like fragments - there was another her who, on the same night, protected him with her hands, and then turned around and stepped into reincarnation.
"This time," Jiang Ningying said softly at the last moment before disappearing, "it's me who will chase you."
Intention: Not afraid of difficulties, ride the wind and waves, and take care of yourself