Qian Ning: Love Rekindled Between Heaven and Hell

One year, as the snow fell thick and fast, she met him just after coming of age. One glance lasted a lifetime, and from then on, he was the only one in her heart.

That same year, as the snow fell thick and fast, he met her just after turning thirty. A fleeting glimpse left him with a lasting longing.

“Hongli, I’m asking you one last time. Are you truly going to marry me off to him? Is there no turning back? Even if I no longer ask to be your woman, must I still marry him?”

“You have no other choice.”

“Fine, Hongli. I’ll do as you wish.”

Once again, snow filled the sky. Dressed in a blazing red wedding gown, she climbed the city tower and leapt to her death.

Snow covered the ground. Blood covered the snow.

He watched over her body through the night, his hair turning white. At last, he could no longer lie to himself.

It was not that he did not love her. He loved her too much.

I, the emperor, would give the blood of my heart to bring her back to life.

Wan Ning, in the next life, I will never let go of your hand again.