Reborn as a Bewitching Goddess

She was the celestial maiden revered by the Divine Wing Clan, a rare genius. But her people's schemes and her loved ones' betrayal sent her tumbling from heaven into hell in an instant. She was the notorious “coffin child” of the world, an ill-omened person cursed and insulted by all. At six, she was abandoned at the Heartless Cliff. Ten years of loneliness and ten years of cold finally brought her the dawn of revenge. Overnight, identities were exchanged: the genius became the coffin child, the weak became strong, and she began a dazzling new life. She is righteous: “I believe there is justice in this world. If Heaven won't set things right, then I will.” She is wicked: “If I'm going to suffer this much, then I'll make everyone suffer too.” She is passionate: She held Yi Jinmeng as he trembled, blood streaming from his eyes. She felt his pain and despair, and her own heart seemed to choke. Looking up at the sky, she tightened her arms and held him fast against her. “Don't worry. I won't let you fall into darkness. No one will ever hurt you.” She paused, then added with fierce emphasis, “No one.” He advanced on her step by step, death radiating from every part of him. His purple lips curled as his voice drifted out. “You actually dared to betray me.” He pointed at her. “Why?” “Because,” she replied with a faint smile, utterly unafraid of his imposing presence, “I love them.” Her strength surged. She lifted her chin, unbearably proud. “So I won't choose between them. I want all of their lives.” She is cold-blooded: “You want me to save you?” She bent down and lifted Yue Yan's exquisite face with one hand. His skin was as fine as silk, so delicate it seemed it might break at a touch. His pale face was almost transparent, and a trace of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth, lending him another kind of beauty, a breathtaking beauty. He looked at her. Her captivating, bewitching eyes were bright and gentle as autumn water. “Why should I?” she sneered. “There has always been only one kind of person who comes to me,” he said, his words icy. “Those who want to sleep with me.” Then his tone shifted. “You were the only exception.” His voice softened, even taking on a note of sorrow. “You were my friend.” “I stopped being that long ago,” she replied coldly. “Your life or death has nothing to do with me.” This story has joy and sorrow, torment and heartbreak, and plenty of passion and romance~