--- The apartment still smelled of cardboard and fresh paint. Boxes lay scattered, but her heart was lighter than it had been in years. After endless part-time jobs, sleepless nights, and countless rejections, she had finally been accepted into her dream company. This new place, though plain, was freedom-her new beginning. She made herself a cup of coffee, humming quietly as the machine gurgled. Wrapping her hands around the warmth, she turned-only for a sharp, stabbing pain to tear through her chest. The mug slipped, shattering. Her breath caught. The pain grew unbearable, her vision fading. She collapsed into darkness. --- When she opened her eyes again, she expected a hospital. Instead, she found soft blankets, sandalwood in the air, and silence. She lifted her hand. Small. Tiny. Fragile. Her chest clenched in disbelief. This wasn't her world. It was that world-the novel she had read a hundred times, the story of cultivation, sword sects, and tragedies that had broken her heart. And she wasn't just anyone. She was born as the only daughter of the Nie Sect... the martial sister of Wei Wuxian himself. Her tiny fists curled. Wei Wuxian-the brilliant boy who carried too much alone, the sun who fell into darkness. Not this time. She knew what was coming. She wouldn't let history repeat itself. With her knowledge, she would change fate, step by step, no matter the cost. But she was just a baby. Helpless. Dependent. And in this cruel world, trust was dangerous. Who could she turn to? Who could she risk relying on? Her very existence was already shifting the future. A butterfly in the storm. Would she succeed in rewriting destiny-or be swallowed whole by it? --- "Her story is only just beginning-filled with courage, love, and the hope of changing fate for the people she cherishes. Please enjoy and support this one, just like you did with my other story. Your love and encouragement mean everything to me."

Lan WangJi, vio todo desde una esquina de la barrera qué protegía a su amado. Sintió su cuerpo congelarse al ver el rastro de sangre de Wei Ying, no había podido ser firme y declararse apropiadamente. Jiang YanLi sonrió fríamente y lanzó su deseo en voz alta. -Deseo que los dioses del inframundo condenen tu alma y nunca vuelvas. 01/04/2025. --- Primer publicación.