Sang Yu died.
Her body was claimed and taken back.
There was no cremation, no grand funeral.
Those people threw her into a well of an abandoned temple, covered her entire body with yellow talismans, sewed her mouth shut with red thread, and cast the most vicious curse upon her, wanting her to never be reincarnated.
Sang Yu wasn’t surprised.
She had always known—the Shen Family only saw her as Shen Yanyan’s blood bag, Jiang Yizhou had long stopped loving her, and throughout their years of marriage, he had never touched her.
He found her dirty.
Because she had been Huo Yan’s mistress for seven years, imprisoned by him for seven years.
Every part of her body, inside and out, had been possessed by another man.
Sang Yu wasn’t sad; she just had some regrets.
In this lifetime, it seemed, no one had ever loved her.
As her soul drifted, the cover of the well was suddenly lifted.
Blinding sunlight streamed in, a long-lost warmth.
Sang Yu felt her body being lifted out of the well.
A pair of icy hands, reeking of blood, slowly peeled off the yellow talismans from her body.
The man’s pale, cold fingers traced her bloodied, decaying face as if caressing a precious treasure.
Sang Yu finally saw clearly who it was.
Huo Yan.
The heir of the Huo Family, the foremost of the four great families in Hualanzhou, a devil feared throughout the region.
Why had he returned?
Sang Yu’s spirit drifted over and hovered before him.
He seemed just as she remembered—handsome, aloof, cold, like a stone without warmth, except during those moments when he vented his madness on her.
“Little classmate,” he murmured, wiping the blood from her face, his handsome, pale face devoid of color.
“Little classmate”—it was the malicious nickname he often used when tormenting her in bed.
She never expected it to be spoken in such a gentle, calm moment.
Sang Yu caught the strong scent of blood on him.
“I’ve avenged you.”
His tone was flat and indifferent. Sang Yu glanced behind him.
There, in cages, were over a hundred people she recognized.
They were all the ones who had caused her death.
Each of them was covered in yellow talismans, just as she had been, and were being thrown one by one into the well where she had been.
He had avenged her by treating them exactly as they had treated her.
Huo Yan lifted her, his dark, profound eyes cold and calm. He bent down and kissed her swollen lips, his voice hoarse and icy.
“Let’s go home.”
Sang Yu’s spirit lingered before him. The man’s sharp, narrow black eyes met hers.
It was as if all those seven years of imprisonment in darkness suddenly made sense.
He had loved her all along.
Sang Yu’s eyelashes fluttered, and then her consciousness gradually faded.
She thought she would vanish completely, but she didn’t.
She was reborn.
Time returned to 2018.
That year, Sang Yu left the Sang Family, where she had grown up, and parted with her three doting older brothers.
She had just been recognized by the Shen Family and became Shen Yanyan’s mobile blood bag.
At the same time, she learned she had a fiancé—Jiang Yi.
Under the Shen Family’s arrangements, she transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 High School and successfully enrolled in the computer science program at Huaqing University.
However, during the military training period at the start of the semester, Shen Yanyan had a sudden accident, forcing Sang Yu to delay her studies for two months. She was confined to the hospital, supplying blood for Shen Yanyan, and missed the start of the semester.
By the time she returned to school, military training had already ended.
Sang Yu stood in the corridor, her backpack slung over her shoulders, her hands clasped nervously as she waited obediently.
Up ahead, the Shen family driver was negotiating with the department head.
Originally, on the first day of university, Father Shen and Shen Mother had said they would accompany her to school, but because Shen Yanyan suddenly had another allergic reaction, she had to come alone to register at this unfamiliar university.
However, having been reborn, Sang Yu no longer held any expectations for those people.
In her previous life, she had been too much of a failure—too aloof, too weak, and too poor at pretending.
In this new life, she wouldn’t be so foolish again.
And what she had lost, she would reclaim, one by one, from those people.
The driver uncle finished speaking, waved at her, and left.
Sang Yu curved her lips into a gentle smile, though the warmth didn’t reach her eyes.
Behind her was the classroom where she would spend the next four years.
And also… that person.
Tsinghua University required morning self-study sessions even for freshmen. It was currently self-study time, and from behind her came the murmurs of boys and girls in the back rows:
“Is that the new student who skipped military training? Damn, her skin is so fair!”
“Her legs are so slender, long, and pale—absolutely stunning.”
“Her figure is incredible, she’s like an ethereal beauty. And her waist is so slim, damn!”
“Hey, Yan Ge, take a look.”
“Damn, Huo Yan, you’re still sleeping? Hurry up and see—your new deskmate is a little fairy wearing a JK skirt.”
Hearing the familiar name, Sang Yu’s grip on her backpack strap tightened slightly.
“Pretty average.” The boy’s voice was cold and husky, carrying an indescribable allure.
“Holy crap, Yan Ge, you’re something else,” a few boys teased, laughing.
Sang Yu, however, wasn’t angered. Instead, her brows and eyes relaxed slightly as she gazed at the girl reflected in the opposite window.
She blinked lightly, a sweet, alluring charm naturally spreading across her strikingly beautiful face.
So… Huo Yan’s first impression of her was that she was pretty average?