In that life, she was a noblewoman of a distinguished family, unmatched in the imperial capital, breathtakingly beautiful, and adored by all.
In that life, she was disgraced and took a dangerous path. For the sake of freedom, she gave up the empress’s throne and the man who had loved her for three lifetimes.
In that life, she lost her dearest family, her heart turned to ash, and she was imprisoned in a dungeon, her robes stained red with blood.
In that life, he was the legitimate son of the empress, gifted in both civil and military affairs, immensely powerful, and as graceful as the moonlight and a gentle breeze.
In that life, his parents were brutally killed and he bathed the world in blood. For the sake of their next life, he gave up the throne and the unified empire he had struggled so hard to build.
In that life, he conquered the world, stained his hands with blood, and set himself ablaze in the imperial palace, consumed by the flames.
The cycle of fate turned, and when they opened their eyes again, they had returned to the year their dream began.
Thank goodness they were both still here. There was still time to make everything right!
The fingertips touch the dream, the mirror is like the water and the moon, and I don't forget the hesitation on the way here. Really good❤️