Drunk on Wild Roses

[Reborn+Two substitutes+The ex chases his wife to the crematorium+Romantic rivals]

On her wedding night, her fiancé kissed his first love and begged her to run away with him. Separated from them by just one door, Xia Zhi felt cold to her bones. She had spent seven years as Zhou Muye’s substitute, but in the end, she still couldn’t warm his heart.

Under the spotlight, she saw the hypocritical, snobbish faces of the friends and family gathered there. The man she was about to marry had never once looked at her with love. Xia Zhi suddenly came to her senses. After uttering the words “I don’t!” she gathered up her skirt and resolutely ran out of the banquet hall.

A car horn blared on the road. She died on a winter night at twenty-five, becoming a vivid splash of red on the pure white snow. But when she awoke, it was summer, and she was sixteen again. Given a second chance at life, Xia Zhi resolved never to be that “one pure white jasmine” again. She would be a bright, passionate wild rose, and only the wind of the wilderness could move even a fraction of her. She would never beg a man for affection or give herself up for him again. She would not only stay away from Zhou Muye, but also complete the studies and pursue the dreams she had once abandoned.

Until the seventeenth time she tried to avoid that walking disaster, he blocked her in an alley after school. The usually arrogant, unruly boy challenged her in a choked voice: “Xia Zhi, I finally found you. Why? Why won’t you even look at me?”

Until another boy, whose features resembled Zhou Muye’s by seventy percent, appeared. Her memories returned to her previous life: a strange man had knelt in the snow, holding her blood-soaked body and weeping uncontrollably. In this life, the boy looked at her with the clearest eyes and said he would protect her.

Xia Zhi’s gaze remained calm as she said coolly, “Zhou Muye, do you know? You’re a substitute too.”