Beauty in the Palm

Neither of her two transmigrations went well. The first time, she was a peasant girl with a short life ahead of her.

The young man she saved on a spring day of apricot blossoms and pear blossoms slaughtered her family in the bitter winter wind.

As she knelt in a blood-filled haze, begging for mercy, all she got from him was a sinister, murderous command: "Kill."

The flames soared, and she became a solitary ghost.

Reborn, she became a courtesan valued for her looks. When beauty fades, love fades, and when love fades, all kindness is forgotten.

The young man from her past is now a crown prince with boundless power, soon to wed a noble crown princess.

Yet he keeps her imprisoned at his side day after day, ruining her chances at marriage and cutting off every escape, all so he can have her with him morning and night.

He says, "Whether you're human or ghost, I don't care!"

How did a bond so shallow in their past life become such a deep love?