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"Spring is deep in the brocade tent, and the moon is cold on the jade steps" [Rebirth of Revenge + Machiavellian Pulling + Exclusive Golden Finger, you can know the past at the touch of a finger, and you can break the situation in seconds by torturing the scumbag] When the brocade tent was warm, she was the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister, and she whispered to him, believing his vow to "be together for the rest of our lives"; in the coldness of the jade steps, she became a prisoner, watching her concubine holding her heart and smiling like a flower, while he personally swung his sword and beheaded the entire Shen family. After returning from life, Shen Qingci had a blood-colored jade button in his palm. If he touched it, he could get a glimpse of his last scene of memory. Merlin slipped? The jade button is hot, reflecting the concubine's sinister smile; father's secret letter? Scanning her fingertips, she was shocked to see that he was dealing with the enemy's secret envoys; even the rumored bloodthirsty God of War Prince. She touched his sword, and the jade buckle trembled, revealing that the silver lock of her childhood was hidden in his sleeve, and she whispered her name under the moon... He trapped her in his arms, his breath brushing against his ears: "Shen Qingci, you touched my sword and even my heart. How are you going to repay it?" When the jade buckle reflected the image of him still protecting her with hundreds of arrows in his body to protect her, her hand that clenched the poisonous hairpin suddenly trembled. In this pull that started with revenge, who was upset first?

Introduction to the work "Memory Stratified Rock" When the burning pain of the rusty ring tore apart time and space, Su Yanzhi saw himself eighty years ago in the rain of Chenpi Lane. When the woman in cheongsam jumped into the river, the cinnabar mole on her left collarbone overlapped with the one on her neck. The three knife marks on the silver bracelet were bleeding along the scratches of the ring. The wars of the Republic of China, the secrets of the demolition area, and half an inkstone with "Nian'an" engraved on it, formed a fatal puzzle in the rain and fog: the tangerine peel that grandma stuffed before her death contained the ferry ticket, the pocket watch under Lao Zhou's counter said "Don't trust the man in gray", and the scar on the back of the neck of the man who called himself Shen Yanzhou actually fit perfectly with the magnolia gap on the broken porcelain. "When you see this letter, I have been waiting in the river for eighty years." The handwriting on the letter is exactly the same as hers, but every word is poisonous. His grandfather's diary contains the date of her death; Scar Liu Yao's ring contains an evacuation list that can change his fate. Should she believe Shen Yanzhou, whose neck felt hot together with her, or follow the death notice from the past? Every time the rust ring trembles, it peels off a layer of memory, revealing the more turbulent love and hate underneath: it turns out that some waiting can penetrate eighty years of rain, making the wounds of two time and space resonate in the same heartbeat. When the pocket watch turned back to the dock in 1937, she finally saw clearly that what was rising and falling in the river was never a person's shadow, but his obsession hidden in his scars, and the unspoken "Nian'an" she carved on the inkstone.