“You should never have been born, Ariana. But since you were, you’d better be useful. Don’t you think?”

On her 28th birthday, which no one remembered, Ariana—used and discarded by her family all her life—meets a tragic end. But fate grants her a second chance.

Without understanding why, she wakes up as her 16-year-old self. Determined, she vows never again to love or be loved. She no longer seeks validation from those who, despite their noble titles, harbor vulgar hearts.

But then…

“I heard you’re as beautiful as a painting. The kind who makes a lady’s heart race—and indeed, you are.”

To her indifferent words, he calmly replies:

“Really? But your heart doesn’t seem to be racing.”

“That can’t be. If it weren’t beating, I’d be dead.”

Why is he, seated nobly above all and beautiful like moonlight over a midnight lake, approaching her so unreservedly?

“If you master the art of smiling freely, you could rule the world.”