The year when Prince Bai Yueguang passed away.
In order to take care of his and Bai Yueguang's child, he married me, the most well-behaved among the many substitutes, as his second wife.
In order for me to appreciate the blessings that Bai Yueguang has brought to me.
Every year on the anniversary of Bai Yueguang's death, I would be forced to kneel in front of Bai Yueguang's grave for a whole day.
After ten years, I finally no longer have to kneel.
Everyone laughed and teased me that I was going to survive.
I also laughed. I was about to die, so I might as well survive.
But why are my heartless and ungrateful prince-husband, and my stepson who hate me to the core, so heartbroken?
