C1 Rebirth

Qin An'an was reborn.

She held the strawberry cake and stood at the bathroom door. The mirror reflected her 18-year-old face.

Young and inexperienced.

But just a second ago, that sharp pair of scissors had stabbed into her chest. Fresh blood flowed down along the scissors, dyeing the white skirt red. Qin An'an really felt pain. It was so painful that she almost couldn't stand it anymore