Shen Qianfei died and returned to the year she was sixteen.
It was the turning point of her fate.
Clutching the jade bracelet she'd almost been swindled out of, she immediately made a vow:
First, study hard, work to earn money, and cure her mother's illness.
Second, make those scumbags who had schemed against her all her life pay for their wickedness.
But who could have guessed that she would accidentally unlock an antique restoration space?
From then on, whether it was shattered porcelain or damaged ancient paintings, nothing was beyond Shen Qianfei's miraculous touch.
She breathed new life into what others called 'junk'.
She became a top collector, hailed by the big shots as a genius national-treasure restorer.
She made the most of her reborn life, living it in dazzling style.
Her grandmother was very worried: With so many handsome young men around, how come Feifei doesn't like a single one of them?
Shen Qianfei: The wise don't fall in love.
Later, Shen Qianfei would recall that year.
Young Master Li, usually as bright as the moon and impossibly aloof, pointed at a pile of shattered treasures on the ground. With a teasing smile and a lazy voice, he said, "Fix them, and I'll be yours."
Shen Qianfei: Big shot, you're trying to pin this on me!
