Serret’s first life ended in tragedy.

She drank poison given by her husband, listening to the mocking laughter of his mistress.

In the final moments of her life, Serret made one last wish:

If she were to be born again, she would never love Yuan Frextor.

“I think…

I’ve returned to the past.”

Muttering to herself as she gently touched her youthful face, Serret came face to face with Yuan—the man who painted her previous life in misery—the moment she regressed.

Unable to contain her rage, Serret hurled a flower vase at him.

“Die!”

The vase shattered, and blood trickled down Yuan’s forehead—

The same color as the blood Serret had vomited in her previous life.

—

Her eyes, a chilling shade of blue, were filled with hatred, resentment, and fury.

All of it directed at Yuan—at himself.

Seeing that look in Serret’s eyes, Yuan felt a sudden pain in his heart.

That gaze… he felt as though he had seen it somewhere before.

“You won’t be able to escape.

From the moment you were given the name Frextor, you became completely mine.”

Pressing a kiss to Serret’s forehead, Yuan thought:

‘If I am your hell, then you will live in that hell for all eternity.’