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"Do I not look like one?" Only by the roadside, a young girl dressed in a white Daoist robe stood gracefully, with her skirt untouched by a single speck of dust. Her fair complexion was radiant, and her eyes were as clear as lucent glass. Beside her, an auntie expressed concern, "Xiaomian, are you really going to listen to your master's words and fulfill the marriage contract with the Bo family in Ancheng?" As for the matter of the marriage contract... Qianmian pursed her lips; she didn't want it either. From the moment she was born, she had been burdened with a broken fate. It is said that a man with a broken palm is worth a fortune, while a woman with a broken palm brings misfortune upon her loved ones. And so, Qianmian was sent to the Tian Shi Palace on Qingling Mountain by her own family. They said she couldn't return until she turned eighteen, or else it would bring ruin upon everything the Qian family possessed, including lives. She became nothing more than an unloved and detested existence, unwanted by both father and mother. She was delivered here during a heavy snowfall, and the original owner of this body breathed her last breath, unable to survive through the winter. Qianmian, the reincarnation of the ancient ancestor who shared the same name and surname, was reborn in this world. After her rebirth, all Qianmian wanted was to eat well, drink well, and live eternally. Ideally, she wanted to lead a tranquil life, having had enough of the competitive rat race. Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned. Her destiny was that of a "Qisha" - the sign of a short life, so she had no choice but to find someone even more fated for misfortune than herself. That person was none other than Bo Tianyan, the third young master of the prestigious Bo family in Ancheng. Qianmian unintentionally saw his fate from her master. What a coincidence. She was Qisha, and he was Sisha - destined for death. An absolute match. Her master even warned that if she didn't stay by his side, the consequences... were unimaginable. Helplessly, Qianmian lowered her gaze, taking a glance at her increasingly fair skin. If things continued like this, she would die from transparent skin and bursting blood vessels. How tragic. ******？***********。 ******，*****：“**，********，******。****，********。 ********;*******，**************。 “**，***。****。 ********。 **，****************，******，*****。 *****************。 *，**************。 *******，***********、**、**，************。 *****，************，***********。 *******************。 **，*************。 **********，*********。 *****，************。 “***。” **，**********，“********，**？ ****，****，*********，************。 *****：“*****？ ***，*********，**************。 *****，***，***********。 *******，****************。 ************，*********。 ********，*********，***********。 **********：“*******。***********，******，**********。