Song of the Goddess of Fate

At her family's coming-of-age ceremony, Xia Wei had her ninth-rank talent drained from her. Her father poured her essence into her younger brother, then threw her into a mass grave. She crawled out of a body bag with a new identity: Specimen No. 3 at the North Pavilion. Gu Chengyao fastened a silver wristband around her wrist and said flatly, “Seven days. Compatibility testing.” Xia Wei lowered her head and looked at the twenty-seven flowing white lines on her wrist. They were the circuits of a magical artifact, the paths of magic, a countdown bound to her body. Since childhood, she'd been able to see the hidden “threads” of the world. Before, she hadn't dared to speak of it. Now, there was no need. The great families treated their daughters as assets, sacrificing the strong and marrying off the weak. Xia Wei looked at those threads and slowly clenched her fist. If this was a song written by the Goddess of Fate, then first she had to read the score Then tear it up.