It wasn't that her life was fragile.
After looking back over two lifetimes, Tang Tang's soul finally understood why she had died so easily.
Not long after her death, she entered the next cycle of rebirth.
This time, watching the entire process as a bystander, Tang Tang saw something draining out of her.
Something faintly golden flowed steadily out of her body, forming a thread that followed her like a shadow into her third life.
Perhaps because she had already died young twice, the "golden thread" flowing out of her became particularly conspicuous after this rebirth.
Having already lived through ten lifetimes, Tang Tang instantly realized something.
This was probably her lifeline.
Someone was draining her life away.
But strangely, her lifeline was being drawn away at an uneven pace, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, and occasionally stopping altogether.
It seemed another force was fighting back, desperately trying to preserve her life.
As the two forces pulled against each other, Tang Tang watched herself wake up after her second rebirth.
She had been reborn at twenty-three.
Two years earlier than last time.
Tang Tang stared thoughtfully at the lifeline flowing out of her, the voice that had previously asked whether she wanted to live echoing in her mind.
In a flash of insight, she thought of someone: it had been Master helping her all along.
Meanwhile, in the scene before her, the Tang Tang who had just woken up again was utterly bewildered.
Dead twice, reborn twice...
Last time, I'd only lived for about ten months after being reborn. Was that too short to count, so I got another try?
And this time, I'd been reborn two years earlier than before...
This was Tang Tang's second rebirth. With some experience under her belt, she soon calmed down.
She took a bottle