She looked at her face in the mirror, beautiful and vivid, familiar yet strange. There is no trace of the bloody hole left on the left chest left by the execution. Time seemed to be traced back 300 years ago, when she was still the high priest of the Jing Dynasty. Now... She pressed her chest gently, feeling the strong beating of her heart, and the warmth of blood returning to her limbs and bones. Life recalled her in another way.