Peony Chonghua

Opening her eyes, Shilan returned to Yikun Palace. The dense scent of Huanyi fragrant reminded her of many memories. For a moment, it felt like someone had grabbed her heart, and even breathing became difficult. The hand on her forehead searched for the wound, but found nothing. She didn't know her current situation. Was she still alive? How to explain the disappearing wounds? "Resurrection?" Shilan never thought that this kind of thing would happen, but when the fact was clearly before her eyes, she was not afraid of it. She just thought that God had given her a chance to start over. From this moment on, the goal of saving herself and protecting her family became a seed buried in Shilan's heart. And... Him!