Wen Yu was awakened by a crisp sound of birdsong. She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a brocade curtain embroidered with peonies in intricate gold threads. The sunlight filtered through the gauze window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the bed. The tip of the nose lingers with the unique refreshing scent of agarwood, mixed with the scent of osmanthus floating outside the window.
\"Where is this...\"
Just as she was about to push herself up, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded into her mind—
She wears books. She was wearing a book called "The Ruthless Way", and she, Wen Yu, was a background widow whose name didn't even appear a few times in the book. Her husband died young, leaving behind a fortune and living a happy life in Qingzhou City. The only ending was that when the great demon king Xie Wujiu massacred the city five years later, he was swept away by the aftermath of a sword energy and died.
\"......\"
Wen Yu was stunned for three seconds, then suddenly opened the brocade quilt. Stepping barefoot on the cold white jade floor tiles, she rushed to the huanghuali wood dressing table in three steps at a time. A strange face was reflected in the bronze mirror - skin as thick as gel, eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of watery almond eyes, and lips that were not even pointed but red. She opened the drawer with trembling hands, and she was dazzled by the gold ingots and silver notes inside.
Intention: When destiny is a script written by others, how can you live out your own will? The real redemption is not to change the other person, but to break the cage together