Zhao Yuemiao died, Zhao Yuemiao lived.
Just when she was preparing to spend all her money to find a place with beautiful scenery to retire, she realized that she had traveled three hundred years ago.
Three hundred years ago, her enemy was still a weak, helpless, and innocent young man.
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God was so kind to him, Zhao Yuemiao thought, let's kill his enemy today to add to the fun.
Purpose: Destiny should be in one's own hands