XieShuningwasdead.ShediedalongsideheryoungsoninthespringofMarch.Butwhensheopenedhereyes,shefoundherselfbackatthetimewhenshefirstenteredthecapitalwithhermother.Theskywasablindingwhite,theroadcoveredinsnow,andtheyoungherwasprotectedbyhermotherfromherpreviouslifewhohadbeenweigheddownbygrief,andherelderbrotherwhohaddiedyoung,oneoneachside.Thecarriagebeneaththemswayed,carryingthemtowardswhathadoncebeenherworstnightmare…