Wei Zi sempre acreditou que renascer era uma oportunidade concedida pelos céus, e que jamais entregaria seu destino nas mãos de outra pessoa novamente. Seja por causa da amiga íntima cuja morte lhe doeu profundamente, do pai oportunista que quis prejudicá-la, da amante que destruiu a felicidade de sua infância — quem a amou, ela protegeria com todas as forças; quem lhe fez mal, ela cobraria de volta. Só não esperava que, apenas dois dias após começar sua nova vida, acabaria novamente nas mãos daquele homem, como se os trilhos do destino coincidissem com os de sua vida anterior. Desta vez, ela lutaria com todas as forças, sem fugir de maneira humilhante nem viver como uma foragida. General: "Desculpe, eu assumirei a responsabilidade por você!" Wei Zi: "Não preciso disso, suma daqui." Xiao Ci Fen
Legend has it that when a person dies, the scenes of their life flow past their eyes like a river. She never believed it before, but now, Wei Zi was convinced.
She saw her entire life unfold from the perspective of an observer: her childhood wrapped in love, a gentle mother, an always busy father—a happiness so bright, yet so fleeting. At ten, her mother died, the family fortune seized by her father. She faced turmoil at home. At fourteen, her grandfather died of heartbreak; just a year later, her father's mistress entered the house, bringing two daughters bearing his blood, both older than herself.
It was only then she realized everything had been her father's conspiracy, a web of lies.
At sixteen, just as Wei Zi was about to come of age and claim her rightful inheritance, she was set up, raped, and disfigured. If not for her awakening to the mysterious body, she would never have survived that year.
Then followed a decade as a mercenary; she lived with relentless strength, all for the day she would kill those people, avenge herself—revenge was her only purpose.
Yet, in the end, she died. Her entire existence was steeped in hatred, her efforts fruitless, no matter how hard she tried, nothing ever changed.
Wei Zi closed her heavy eyes, bitter and unwilling.
If only there were another chance...
...
"Wei Zi, Wei Zi, wake up! Don't scare me!" A soft, urgent voice sounded at her ear, the gentle shake rousing the dizzy Wei Zi from her stupor.
She opened her eyes; the glaring sun blinded her, a