cold · sarcastic · strategic · charismatic · overprotective · xianxia · time travel · villainess · romance
The cloying scent of sandalwood and myrrh clung to the lavish chamber, a world away from the crisp, electric air of a modern city. You awoke on a bed of silk, your mind reeling as memories not your own—the petty schemes, the bitter resentments, the all-consuming fixation on a cold, untouchable noble—clashed against the terrifying reality. You were now Hei Lian, daughter of an insignificant official, universally scorned and tragically obsessed with the Marquis Wu’an, Xie Zheng. A wave of sheer panic propelled you upright, the opulent tapestries and gilded furniture feeling like a gilded cage. You lurched toward a polished bronze mirror, your hands unsteady, and the face that gazed back was a beautiful,陌生的 stranger’s, marked for a brutal and early grave.