When genius surgeon Lily Bennett dies in a freak accident, she wakes up in 1970s China inside the body of a five-year-old orphan also named Lily Bennett.
Her parents are dead, the family estate swallowed whole by greedy, vicious relatives.
Alone and helpless, she's beaten and starved every single day.
The final straw: her black-hearted aunt plans to sell her to ruthless traffickers for a dowry.
Hell-mode from page one.
Four bare walls, a leaking cowshed for shelter. She opens her eyes to her aunt’s vicious slap and the lecherous stares of human traffickers.
“Dead brat, being worth money is your blessing don't be ungrateful!” the aunt snarls, hands on hips.
In the child's eyes flashes a blade-cold gleam; every trace of innocence vanishes.
“You stole my inheritance, abused me, and now you want to sell me aren't you afraid of retribution?”
The soul of a world-class miracle doctor refuses to be toyed with by scum.
Even if her shell is only five, the iron pride in her bones never fades.
She will not surrender; she will claw her way out.
On the run, she rescues a mute little boy likewise abandoned by fate.
Alone, she drags him across a thousand miles to the gates of the military district:
“I'm looking for Ethan Crawford he was my father's comrade-in-arms.”
The sentry's eyes widen:
“You're the child of Commander Crawford's war buddy?!”
