A Record of a Broken Heart

When an assassin killed me with a single stroke, my husband was protecting someone else.

After ten years of marriage, even as I lay dying, I couldn’t get so much as a glance from him.

Heartbroken, I transmigrated back to my own era. Just as I was preparing to have nothing more to do with him for the rest of our lives, he used every means at his disposal to transmigrate to the modern world.

He risked having his soul scattered, all just to see me once.