At seventeen, Jiang Shu had a dream, an extraordinarily vivid dream. The dream revealed the rest of her life.
The Jiang Shu in the dream worked herself to the bone every day. The Jiang Shu in the dream was hypocritical and affected. The Jiang Shu in the dream was helpless.
When she woke, Jiang Shu asked herself: Should she still marry him? She had no answer. Tears blurred the elaborate bridal makeup on the face in the mirror.
She reached out to wipe them away, but when she saw a pair of chubby little hands, Jiang Shu broke out in a cold sweat. Those were clearly not her hands.
Seventeen-year-old Jiang Shu closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was swaddled in a blanket.
She was horrified, but as one familiar face after another appeared, a daring theory suddenly took shape in her mind...
