Reborn to Destroy the Snake That Killed Me

On my birthday, my husband gave me a small white snake.

I turned around and took it straight to the herbal apothecary, where I had it soaked into a jar of medicinal wine.

Because I had been reborn.

In my last life, I'd cared for that white snake like it was precious. Fed it snow clam and bird's nest. Let it sleep in a temperature-controlled Enchanted Jade Terrarium.

And it only ever bit me.

At first, it would just coil around my wrist at night and drink a few drops of blood.