A Pact Across Three Lifetimes

In her first life, she told him, “I really wish I could drink Daughter Red with you one more time.” But it was never to be. She died in battle for him, and he avenged her, his hair turning white in the process.

In her second life, she told him, “I was wrong. How could you possibly be him? Someone as noble and bright as the moon, and you think you could compare?” He stared at her in a daze, as if perhaps he really had been wrong.

In her third life, she saw him, and he saw her.

Note: This is not an ordinary romance. In her first life, the heroine was a man (content warning). In a word, everything happens because of love!