The rooftop of Qionglin Building is filled with mist.

Shu Nian was hanging precariously from the building, her twisted and deformed bones bound cruelly to the railing.

Covered in scars, a face so disfigured it is barely recognizable.

Shu Xueyun raised her eyebrows and looked down at Shu Nianwei with a sharp, disdainful gaze.

"Shu Nian Wei, look at the man by my side, his expensive brand-name clothes, the diamond watch on his wrist, and of course, this beautiful face of mine. They were all paid for with your money."

Shu Xueyun laughed wildly: “Don’t worry, I’m a person who repays kindness. When you die, I’ll definitely find a stinking ditch as your grave.”

Shunian slowly opened her eyes, which were sealed by crusts, and stared intently at Jiao Junjie beside Shuxueyun in a blurry red.

"Why?" The voice, though barely a whisper, was chillingly sharp.

Jiǒu Jūnjié was obviously moved, Shū Xuěyùn seized the opportunity to burrow into his arms. "What else could it be? Jūnjié is obviously for me. Otherwise, how could he bear to endure the nausea and stay by your disgusting side for so long?"

"Junjie, speak up." Shuxueyun pinched Jiao Junjie's waist hundreds of times.

Jiao Junjie immediately felt a sense of disorientation, and eagerly pulled Shu Xueyun into his arms to comfort her.

“I wouldn't waste my time on such a lowlife, unless it was to help grab that cripple's property. I wouldn't even look at him.”

She spat at Shu Nianwei, saying "Pshh"

Shu Nianwei's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. Her mouth went numb, her expression twisted into a grotesque snarl, and from the depths of her rotting throat came a wild, feral roar.

"You... you will die a terrible death, Shu Xueyun and Jiao Junjie! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you off!"

Shu Nianwei gritted her teeth, painfully raising her other hand to untie the ropes on the railing.

I felt my broken bone emerge from the rope, but instead of falling as expected, a warm hand grasped it.

Feng Nianshu looked at Shu Nianwei with full of heartache, and pleaded: "Nianwei, don't give up, you have to live."

The last vestige of her obsession broke, and Shu Nian's consciousness became hazy.

With great effort, he opened his eyes to see Feng Nanxiu sprawled on the edge of the rooftop, being mercilessly kicked in the spine by Jiao Junjie, whose face was contorted in rage. He could only see blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, each blow causing a tremor through his body.

"No, Feng Nanxiu!"

Shu Nian's face was warm and flushed, she didn't know if it was from Feng Nanxiu's tears or not, but all she knew was that she couldn't owe this man anymore.

"Fēng Nánxiū, let go. If there's an afterlife, I promise to make it up to you."

Shu Nianwei used all her strength to gather her qi, then suddenly slapped Kaifeng Xiuxiu's hand and rapidly descended.

A 'boom' echoed, and Shu Nianwei's world was left with only pain.

Pain, piercing and agonizing.

Especially the wound on my wrist, it felt like it was pulling at every part of my body.

I can't believe he could still be so caring even after becoming a ghost. Shu Nianwei cursed Ji Junjie's ancestors in her heart.

Opened my eyes, not the hell I expected, but met a pair of eyes that shook my soul.

Whom did you see?

The man before her had a sharp, thin jawline that was as white as paper. His deep eyes were like a pool of ice, yet burning with fierce anger. The cold and heat intertwined, making Shu Nian's heart throb with fear.

"Shun Nanxiu!" Shu Nianwei's eyes flashed with excitement.

Suddenly, someone pulled at her wrist with great force. Shunanwei only then realized that the wound was bleeding, but it wasn't a fracture, but rather a damaged vein after a wrist slash.

Cutting wrists? That's so last life!

Could it be... I was reborn?

Shu Nianwei looked at Xi's bedroom, anxiously wanting to confirm this point, just when she was about to, someone forcefully pushed her onto the bed.

"Want to run? Shu Nianwei, have I not been good to you? You've tortured yourself into this ghostly appearance for another man. Don't you think my tolerance for you is too high?"

Feng Nanshu was filled with fury, his eyes bloodshot red. His big hand tightened relentlessly, as if he wanted to break Shu Nianwei's wrist.

"Since you want to die so much, I'll give you a quick death." Feng Nianshu leaned down, crazily biting Shu Nianwei's neck, "Listen clearly, even in death, you can only be mine for this lifetime."

Shattered, Shu Nianwei felt herself being torn to pieces.

Despite enduring pain a thousand times stronger than any wrist could bear, he did not stop Feng Nianshu. He allowed him to act wantonly, obediently becoming someone else at his whim.

Shu Nianwei's eyes welled up with tears, one hand tremblingly resting on Feng Nianshu's broad waist.

"It hurts so much." The pain feels so real.

Shu Nian Wei is very happy, she has truly been reborn.

About five months ago, when I went to the hospital to visit someone, I met Feng Nanshu who was undergoing rehabilitation. He just smiled slightly, and the next day, the Shu family received a betrothal gift from the Feng family.

This message hit Shu Nianwei like a bolt from the blue.

Everyone in Lin City knows that Feng Nianshu is a wolf-like man, cold, ruthless, cruel, and fierce. After being cut off, he became even more terrifyingly ferocious, even the members of the Feng family fear him.

Also fear, also afraid, but no matter how to resist or still lost to the greed of the Shu family and Feng Nansui's thunderous means, forced to marry.

Full of resentment and anger, she was unwilling to have a normal relationship with Feng Nanshu. Influenced by Shu Xueyun and Jiao Junjie, she either created trouble or made a scene, turning the entire Feng family upside down.

Not only did he die a tragic death himself, but he also implicated Feng Nanshu.

This time, it was probably to secure a piece of land for Jiō Jūnjié. He even threatened Fēng Nánxiū with starvation and self-harm, almost killing himself in the process.

Although Feng Nanshu was a forced marriage, he was actually good to her. He couldn't tolerate being hurt at all. This time, Shu Nianwei went too far and completely wore down Feng Nanshu's patience. She really played herself into this mess.

In my past life, I rebelled crazily and ended up getting hurt. I had to stay in the hospital for a whole month.

This life...

Shu Nian's brow furrowed slightly, lingering pain etched on her features.

Well, I've learned my lesson.

Before he could think it through, the man on top suddenly jumped up and dragged him into the bathroom. He forced him against the mirror.

"Look at your ghastly appearance."

Feng Nanshu said as he took out some gauze to wrap the wound on Shu Nianwei's wrist.

The person in the mirror was beautiful, but the weariness couldn't be hidden. Shu Nianwei's eyes were full of dark circles, and days of starvation had made her eyes dull and lifeless. She looked more like a pretty corpse than a living person.

Once it stopped, the wound didn't hurt as much.

Shu Nianwei looked at Feng Nanshu, whose face was full of anger but still carefully bandaged her wound. She felt a mixture of guilt and resentment towards herself for being so foolish in her past life.

Instead of holding onto a good man, she chose to be with a disgusting jerk and ended up hurting herself.

Feng Nan repaired the wound and looked up to see Shu Nian Wei crying. His heart ached a little.

Within reach, Shu Nian's hand darted back, barely evading the incoming attack.

Her elongated hand froze in mid-air, the harmonious atmosphere that had just pervaded instantly plunging from a warm spring to a frigid winter.

"Afraid of me?" The man's eyes were cold. "If you're afraid, just behave yourself. One more time..."

Feng Nanshu didn't say the rest. He let out a self-deprecating sigh, "What else could he do if there was another time?" With just one look, all his principles could become insignificant.

"I..."

Shu Nianwei wanted to explain, but Feng Nanshu turned and walked away.

I felt my heart skip a beat, "Don't go."

Shu Nianwei's first reaction was to stay with Feng Nanshu, but sitting on the washstand, her hand couldn't reach Feng Nanshu, so she could only use her foot.

Feng Nianshu turned his head and saw two plump toes clamping a corner of the white lining.

Shu Nianwei was very pale, so pale that even the white fabric next to her seemed dull in comparison.

The man's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening, a smoldering fire burning beneath the surface.

When Feng Nianshu looked up, Shu Nianwei knew she was in trouble. Her eyes became wet and she stared at Feng Nianshu cautiously.

"Can you, please wait a moment before leaving?"

Shunian Wei quietly retreated, but halfway there, she was pulled back by a warm hand.

Feng Nianshu stared, his voice hoarse: "Shu Nianwei, do you know what you're doing?"