Li Luo pushed open the door. Everywhere she looked, the mountains were fresh and green, shrouded in mist and cloud. There wasn’t a trace of scorched earth or broken ruins. Yet just moments ago, she had been lying in a crevice between two cliffs, lying atop vast, snow-white ground, waiting to die. Li Luo herself could no longer rememb...
Li Luo pushed open the door. Everywhere she looked, the mountains were fresh and green, shrouded in mist and cloud. There wasn’t a trace of scorched earth or broken ruins. Yet just moments ago, she had been lying in a crevice between two cliffs, lying atop vast, snow-white ground, waiting to die. Li Luo herself could no longer remember when she first began to awaken memories of her past lives. But ever since then, with each passing life, she remembered more and more. Her previous life. The life before that. And the one before that... She had once been a flower picker in the mountains, a weaver, a healer, a tavern girl, a palace maid, a shepherdess beyond the frontier, a battlefield soldier—on and on, and on. But tragically, in every life, she always ended up as cannon fodder in some mythic
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