My cousin and I grew up together.
She was beautiful and clever, while I had a fiery temper.
In our previous lives, she married a young intellectual sent to the countryside.
When his idealized sweetheart showed up to provoke her every few days, my cousin, who never raised her voice to anyone, endured it again and again. In the end, she died consumed by her misery.
I married a regiment commander.
He was rough and domineering, and thought my fiery nature made me incapable of caring for anyone. He was never home, leaving me alone in an empty house and lonely for half my life.
In this life, we were reborn on our wedding day.
My cousin said, “Shall we switch?”
I nodded firmly. “Absolutely!”
