My husband's moonlight, the woman he loved most, died for love.
My husband followed her, leaping from my embroidered tower.
His blood stained my wedding dress.
It happened to be our wedding day, and the whole capital laughed that I had brought death to my husband.
But they were the destined lovers in a storybook, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, transformed into butterflies.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before my husband proposed.
I quietly tore up the betrothal agreement and smashed the tokens exchanged by our families. From then on, I treated my fiance as if he did not exist.
In this life, I will grant your wish.
