Synopsis
Xin Yao had the kind of looks that stopped people mid-breath—delicate features, a narrow waist, lips that curved just right. Her gaze alone could make someone's heart skip. She was trouble wrapped in silk, the sort of woman men wrote poems about. Then she turned twenty-five and died. Just like that. Broke. Completely broke. Desperate and clinging to unfinished business, she made a deal with a system that looked like a dog. The contract was simple: clear missions across different worlds, get her wishes granted. Simple enough. Except the worlds kept throwing the same pattern at her. Every single one…
