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#REINCARNATION
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#THESTRONGACTINGWEAK
#REBIRTH

REBIRTH AND REVENGE

"From now on, you can stay in this room and live the rest of your life here for all I care," were the words that condemned Li Na to a lifetime of isolation and despair at the hands of her own family. Betrayed by her sister, Li Jing, who injected her with a lethal dose of poison, Li Na's world faded into darkness, filled with a deep sense of sadness and betrayal. But fate had a different plan for Li Na. Instead of the expected descent into the afterlife, she found herself transported to a new existence, her younger self staring back at her from the mirror. Overwhelmed by this inexplicable rebirth, tears welled in her eyes as she made a solemn vow to herself: to seek justice and make her family pay for the pain they had inflicted upon her. As Li Na battles with the struggles of her past, a new surprise awaits. … With their faces just an inch apart, he softly asked her, "Do you trust me?" tracing her lips with one finger, lightly.  With a quivering smile, she nodded and whispered, "Yes, I trust you." To her Tang Zheng was the light sent by the heavens to shed her tears away. As Li Na embraces this new chapter of her life, a veil of mystery envelopes her path. The shadows whisper, and destiny's secrets slowly unveil, shaping Li Na's fate in ways she never imagined.

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#REINCARNATION
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#THESTRONGACTINGWEAK
#REBIRTH

Rumors Spread Like Wildfire

The silence was shattered by the sound of deliberate footsteps approaching. Netta's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto the figure of Malgorth. He stood there, a sword gripped firmly in his hand, his presence commanding. 

"You fools get to live another day, thanks to that idiot," he sneered.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the sword. The blade spun through the air, before slicing cleanly through the rope. The sound was a sharp thwack, followed by the thud of bodies hitting the stone floor.

Cilia's breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed herself up, her muscles screaming in protest. She froze as her gaze fell upon the sword that lay mere inches from her, its edge stained with blood. 

"She was foolish enough to get herself killed. Better at someone else's hands than mine," Malgorth sneered. "I would have torn her limb from limb after taking my army."