Beauty in the Palm

Neither of her two transmigrations had gone as she might have hoped. The first time, she was a short-lived peasant girl.

The young man she rescued on a spring day of apricot blossoms and pear flowers slaughtered her on a bitterly cold winter day.

As she knelt and begged for mercy amid the blood mist, all she got in return was his chilling, murderous command: “Kill.”

And so, amid towering flames, she became a lonely wandering spirit.

Reborn into a new life, she became a courtesan prized for her beauty. When her looks faded, so did his love; when his love waned, all affection vanished.

The boy from her past life was now a powerful Crown Prince, soon to marry a noble Crown Princess.

Yet he kept her imprisoned by his side day after day, ruining her chance at marriage and cutting off every escape, all so he could have her with him morning and night.

He said, “Whether you’re human or a ghost, I don’t care!”

How had a bond so faint in their past life become such a deep love?