Born with the gift of second sight, I could see things others couldn’t – spirits, auras, the unseen world. After my husband, Damon Blackwood, was blinded in a car accident, I didn’t hesitate to donate my corneas. But after the surgery was a success, he tricked me and buried me alive in the mountains. Sand filled my nostrils, a terrifying sense of suffocation choking me. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was Damon’s vengeful voice. “Die, Anya Reed! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be tormented by these spirits!” “Seraphina had already found the perfect cornea for me, why did you have to meddle?!” Turns out, he’d hated me all along. I opened my eyes again, back to the day of the surgery. This time, when Seraphina Thorne offered him a pig’s cornea, I simply stood silently to the side. But he still wasn’t done with me. To calm the frail Seraphina, he demanded large amounts of my blood daily to draw talismans. What he didn’t know was that talismans drawn with my heart’s blood weren’t something just anyone could handle.
“Patient urgently needs a suitable cornea match!” The familiar words echoed in my ears. I opened my eyes, and they weren’t just a blank void. My eyes could see again? Looking around, I instantly realized I’d been reborn. The doctor stared at me, asking anxiously, “Family?” “She’s not my family! Where’s Seraphina?!” Before I could answer, Damon Blackwood, barely clinging to life on the bed next to me, spoke first. My heart was already dead, but hearing him so eagerly disown me still made it tremble. My gaze unconsciously shifted to Damon. Born with second sight, I quickly realized he’d been reborn too. In my previous life, his soul was pure and clean. Being near him felt like basking in warm sunshine. But now, Damon was shrouded in a sinister black mist. My heart sank, understanding everything. The suffocating terror of my death in the last life made my breathing quicken. The disorientation of being led into the mountains, the searing pain after the violent blow to the back of my head, and the helplessness as sand filled my ears and nose – I couldn’t let go of any of it, even now. Such heavy sins; even with a second chance, Damon wouldn’t just get to wipe the slate clean. Seraphina Thorne, who had been sobbing beside him, rushed forward and grabbed Damon’s hand. “Damon, I’m here.” “Doctor, Seraphina is in charge of all decisions regarding my surgery.” What a pair. So devoted. So in love. And standing there, despite being his wife, I felt utterly like an outsider, a complete stranger. Seraphina gasped, her face lighting up with unconcealed triumph at Damon’s words. Her gaze met mine, filled with challenge. But my heart didn’t stir with a single ripple of emotion, only a cruel, dark satisfaction. In my previous life, my second sight had shown me that Seraphina’s intentions weren’t pure; she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. So when she first offered a “suitable cornea,” I’d been cautious and placed a tracker on her. Sure enough, I overheard her plotting something sinister with another man. Seraphina planned to replace Damon’s eyes with a pig’s cornea, intending to blind him so she could control him! Last life, I stopped Seraphina and donated my own corneas to him. And in the end, I met a brutal, suffocating death. This time, I wanted to see if he’d be satisfied without my interference. Damon’s surgery was scheduled for an hour later. The hallway was quiet. Having trained with my Master since childhood, my senses were sharp. Even through the wall, I could clearly hear Seraphina’s conversation with the doctor. “Five hundred thousand. Another five hundred thousand after it’s done.” Seraphina looked pained, but she gritted her teeth and handed over her bank card. Along with it was a small black box. The doctor instinctively started to refuse the card, but hesitated when he heard Seraphina’s words. Finally, he silently took the items.
Damon Blackwood’s surgery, as expected, failed. But Damon knew nothing of it. When he was wheeled out of the operating room, his eyes wrapped in bandages, his first instinct was to find Seraphina. “Seraphina, thank goodness for you. You really are my little good luck charm.” Damon caressed Seraphina’s cheek, his wet kiss pressing against her skin. I had no desire to watch their lovey-dovey display and turned to leave, but Damon stopped me. “Hold it! Did I say you could leave?” A bodyguard blocked my path, forcefully pushing me back. Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell in front of them. Seraphina sat on Damon’s lap, looking down at me haughtily. A sweet smile played on her lips, but her voice was sickeningly pathetic. “Damon, big sister’s glare is so scary. I’m so afraid.” Before Damon could speak, the bodyguard behind me grabbed me, punching me hard in the stomach. I felt a sudden gush of warmth below me. “You bitch, you want to have my child? Dream on!” “He wasn’t born in the last life, and he won’t be in this one either!” Damon’s words stunned me, followed by an endless wave of despair. So, the miscarriage in my last life wasn’t an accident. I’d been pregnant for a month already. In my previous life, after Damon’s surgery was successful, I’d eagerly told him the news. Back then, he’d excitedly picked me up, spinning me around, and we sweetly discussed names for our child. He was so wonderful then, making me believe deeply in my love for him. Even later, when I inexplicably miscarried, and doctors told me I couldn’t have children, I faced the reality alone, suffering in silence. I had never doubted Damon. I lay sprawled on the floor, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on the ground. Through blurry eyes, I finally saw the black mist around Damon clearly. A tiny, human-shaped shadow of black mist desperately waved at me, as if filled with deep concern. I frantically wiped away my tears, trying to see more clearly. But it was just mist; I couldn’t make out its form anymore. Damon couldn’t see my expression, but the smell of blood in the air inexplicably made him uneasy. Before he could dwell on it, Seraphina, nestled in his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fluffy head buried in his chest, tears dampening his clothes. “Damon, big sister is so scary, my heart is pounding, I can barely breathe.” Then she gasped, collapsing dramatically into his arms. Of course, I saw through Seraphina’s terrible acting, but I knew Damon wouldn’t believe me, and I was too tired to expose her, so I just let her keep slinging mud at me. What I hadn’t expected was that Damon would go to such lengths for her. “Seraphina! What’s wrong?” He frantically checked on her, his hands running over her until he touched her icy-cold hand. His face instantly contorted with fury! “Anya Reed! I told you, stop bullying Seraphina!” “It’s just a miscarriage, you’ve been cultivating for so long, nothing bad could happen to you! Why scare Seraphina like this?!” The urgency in his voice wasn’t faked; it just wasn’t for me. His dismissive tone pierced my heart. Turns out, my blood pooling on the floor mattered less than Seraphina’s cold hands and feet. “Where’s the doctor? Someone! Take her heart’s blood to draw talismans for Seraphina’s peace of mind!” Damon declared with absolute finality.
My heart leaped in shock, followed by overwhelming despair. In my previous life, Damon had used talismans drawn with my heart’s blood to stabilize himself. Because my second sight had been transplanted into his eyes, he was able to see other things. Back then, right after his surgery, as soon as they removed his bandages, he was terrified by the spirits before him. No matter how carefully I tried to comfort him, he remained utterly spooked. Left with no choice, I sacrificed some of my cultivation and took my heart’s blood to draw talismans to calm him. Though it had gravely weakened me, at least I survived. But now, I had just miscarried and was already bleeding profusely. If they took more blood for talismans, I might actually end up in the underworld. I instinctively tried to flee, but Damon ordered his bodyguards to seize me. “Anya Reed, this is what you owe Seraphina.” Damon’s words echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “Damon Blackwood, I haven’t said a single word this entire time! Tell me, what exactly do I owe her?” Stumped by my question, Damon instinctively wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. He could only mumble, “If it weren’t for you, Seraphina wouldn’t be so scared.” “And you won’t die; taking a little blood for talismans is fine.” Damon knew he was in the wrong, but he was still worried about Seraphina. He stubbornly insisted, “Anya Reed, stop making a fuss. As long as you draw the talismans, I’ll agree to anything you want.” I had no chance to refuse; the doctor was already approaching with a needle. I kept backing away, but the bodyguards grabbed me, pinning me firmly to the ground. “This is illegal! You don’t have my consent!” Hearing my words, the doctor hesitated for a moment, his needle hovering over me. But when his eyes met Seraphina’s meaningful gaze, he finally made up his mind. They were all in this together now. The cold needle plunged into my chest, and a hundred milliliters of blood were quickly drawn. Just then, Seraphina “woke up,” and seeing me, she let out a piercing scream. Her shriek startled the doctor, and his hand twitched. The freshly drawn blood spilled onto the floor. Damon, hearing the commotion, asked anxiously, “What happened?!” Only after the doctor tremblingly explained everything did Damon finally relax. Then he dismissively waved his hand. “It’s fine, she’s strong. Draw it again.” My heart shuddered at his words. “Damon Blackwood, I’ll die!” But hearing me, Damon showed no pity, only a look of disgust. “Anya Reed, stop being dramatic. Don’t you think I know whether you’ll die or not?” The cold needle was plunged into my body again. I felt my body temperature slowly dropping. Just as I thought I had reached a hundred milliliters and was finally free, Seraphina walked over. The needle, which was about to be pulled out, was pushed back in by her. The doctor looked at her in surprise, then silently complied. I felt dizzy, and instinctively called Damon’s name. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Damon’s anxious face. So, you do worry about me. But Damon, I don’t want you anymore. I woke up again in the Blackwood family mansion, but not in the master bedroom. Instead, I was in the utility room on the first floor, where the staff often rested. Seeing me awake, a maid hurried out to inform someone. After a while, Damon was pushed in by a maid, and he urgently grabbed my hand. I was somewhat surprised, but his next words brought me back to reality.
“Seraphina had another nightmare, hurry and draw the talismans!” He yanked me from the bed, and I stumbled. I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Of course, Seraphina was having nightmares. Judging by the dark aura around her, she had more than just one or two lives on her hands. Doing too many wicked deeds naturally kept her from sleeping peacefully. “Damon Blackwood, do you think she can handle my talismans?” Damon froze at my words, then erupted in fury, violently flinging me aside. “Anya Reed! At a time like this, are you still playing games?!” “Seraphina is a good girl! She deserves everything!” Damon ordered his bodyguards to drag me to the study on the second floor, instructing them not to release me until I was willing to draw the talismans. On the long desk were the very same brushes and yellow talismans I used to use. He had custom-made the desk for me from the finest mahogany, and found the white jade-handled brush himself. He once said I deserved the best things in the world. But now, he was forcing me to use my heart’s blood to draw talismans for another girl. Tears splattered onto the yellow talismans. I knew deep down that there was no going back. I picked up the brush, intending to draw, but several times I raised my hand, only to hesitate. The bitterness in my heart festered deeper and deeper, growing heavier with each passing moment. It finally erupted three days later when I overheard the maids gossiping outside my door as they delivered my meal. “Mr. Blackwood is truly devoted to Miss Thorne. He even gave her Madam’s most precious warming jade.” “Isn’t that true? If you ask me, Madam’s title will change hands sooner or later!” I hammered on the door with all my might, my knuckles raw and bleeding, skin torn. But I didn’t care; I just kept shouting, “What warming jade?! Explain yourselves! Where’s Damon Blackwood! I want to see Damon Blackwood!” After such a long silence, it was the first time I had made a sound from the room. The maid outside jumped in fright, realizing she had blurted out too much, and dutifully went to fetch Damon. But Seraphina Thorne came along with him. Seraphina was wearing my mystic robes, which, worn inappropriately, looked like some kind of strange dress-up, almost suggestive. My face darkened, and my gaze immediately zeroed in on her waist. Hanging there was a piece of exceptionally fine warming jade – a gift from my Master before I left the mountain. Noticing my gaze, Seraphina simply flicked her hair carelessly and said with an airy dismissiveness, “Big sister, I haven’t been feeling well lately and keep having nightmares. You won’t be so petty about me using your clothes and warming jade to ward off evil, will you?” Before I could speak, Damon interjected. “Seraphina, don’t overthink it. This is from me to you. She won’t mind.” But before he could finish his display of authority, I cut him off. “Take it off. Give it back to me!” As if shocked by my words, they both instinctively blurted out, “What?” “I said! Take it off, and give it back to me! You want me to draw talismans, right? Give it back to me, and I’ll agree.” I didn’t even glance at them, my eyes fixed solely on the warming jade. My hands didn’t stop moving. I took out a prepared talisman paper and held it out. Seraphina was overjoyed. After all this effort, she finally had it – finally, she could get rid of those unclean things! But when she noticed how much I cherished that jade pendant, something stirred within her. Just as my hand was about to touch the warming jade she was handing over, it slipped from her fingers with a *thud*, shattering into several pieces on the floor. The last fragile thread inside me finally snapped. I sank to the ground, helplessly cradling the pile of broken jade, trying to piece it back together, but it was useless. Seraphina, holding the talisman, eagerly pressed it to her body, completely unaware of the sudden shift around her. From her perspective, the otherwise calm surroundings suddenly twisted and churned. Spirits, as if unleashed from their chains, swarmed towards her. This time, Seraphina truly fainted from fright. Damon only heard Seraphina’s shriek before silence, and without another thought, immediately ordered his bodyguards to seize me. “Anya Reed! What kind of dark magic did you use?! Why won’t you just leave Seraphina alone?!” My mind was blank, focused only on the shattered warming jade. I just let the bodyguards grab at me. Just as they were about to seize me, a single palm sent the bodyguard flying backward. I stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared before me. “Master?!”
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