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Rewinding time in my memory, I have lived to be 80 years old, but I still don't understand the dusty past of my youth. I have shortened the fleeting years, but I have not been able to cut off the entanglements of love and hate. The heroine Su Ya accidentally discovers the story of her grandfather, starting a journey of finding love, and finally the lovers get married.

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The celadon tea cup was looming in the mist rising from the gilt bamboo stove. Shen Zhiyi's green-white fingertips touched the ice cracks along the edge of the cup. This is the third time she has stepped into Yunshui Tea House after her rebirth. The first two times she deliberately left half of the loom improvement diagrams from "Tiangong Kaiwu" behind the red sandalwood screen, and sure enough, Mr. Gu, who was famous for his tea ceremony, took the initiative to invite him. Once again, I want that enemy to be shattered into pieces and die a miserable death.

"Old Garden: Reincarnation Chess Players" At midnight when a heavy rain flooded Qingshi Lane, she returned to the Su family's old house following the footsteps of ten years ago. The yellowed real estate certificate in her hand was as hot as a red-hot iron. The mechanical sound of system binding failure is still buzzing in my ears, and the picture on the table that has never been taken is already sneering - "Seventh reincarnation, failure." "It woke up" before her mother went crazy, the red rope under the moss on the well platform, the scratches on the beams in the east chamber, and herself wearing a dragon robe in the bronze mirror... It turns out that from that night in the third year of Yong'an in Daliang, she was not Qin Wan, but a living sacrifice nailed to the burial monument in the thirty-seventh generation of reincarnation. "Every time a brick is repaired, a memory is unlocked." The system's gentle reminder contains the bloody words in the mother's diary: "This time, use me as bait." When the twelve-year-old herself fell from the cocoon, and when the pupils of the dragon-robed figure reflected her mother's face, she finally understood: this old house was never a home, but a chessboard trapping time. In the seventh reincarnation, it's time for the chess pieces to change their ways of living. When she carried the ladder towards the east wing, the moonlight was cutting through the shadows of the cornices-- "You want me to be buried as a sacrifice?" When the folding shovel is inserted into the rotten beam, what is splashed is not sawdust, but blood spanning thousands of years: "First ask about the knife in my hand." Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

He had never known her before. He protected her, but hurt her deeply. Just because of that look. Even if you are a prisoner, you will have to be a prisoner for eternity. Why should you fear death? Just because of that moment. I seemed to see her.