With a single lie, she sent him to hell with her own hands. As he struggled on the brink of death, in his final moments before vanishing, he gave a desolate smile. His fingertips, stained with blood for her sake, turned transparent. "In the end, you still chose to betray me."
When they met again, he was Prince Anping, famed on the battlefield, while she was a blind orphan. At a palace banquet, before the emperor, he declared, "I want Xia Wantang!" One sentence sealed their fate. Across two lifetimes, were they bound by resentment or obsession?
A grand wedding in a prosperous age, two broken hearts. He had long since stopped believing in love. They tormented each other, yet he remained determined to keep her imprisoned by his side.
"Would you let me repay what I owe you with my life?" Amid the smoke of war in the desert, with an army closing in on the isolated city, she stood in a blazing red gown, its skirt fluttering like a butterfly with broken wings. "Yu Mingshang, I've repaid what I owed you. I only hope that in the next life, we never meet."
