Outside the suburbs of Shengjing, in front of a solitary grave, a young man in plain white clothes was being beaten by a group of thugs. The ground was stained red with blood.,Ignoring the other person's sarcasm, he only took one last look at that lonely tombstone, filled with grief and anger.,In the mirror, Zi Ming's eyes sparkle and her teeth are bright, radiating vitality. She clearly still looks like a young girl.。