Only after I died did I learn that my husband, Jiang Yao, was the male lead of a cultivation novel.
He was destined to reach the Deification stage at twenty, undergo tribulation at thirty, then ascend to immortality and become a legend.
And I was the proper wife who, according to the stories about us, shared perfect harmony with him.
We had been childhood sweethearts, married young, and loved each other so deeply that people praised us as a match made in heaven.
But when I was reborn and returned to the age of eighteen,
my stepsister snatched away my marriage contract with Jiang Yao, and I did nothing to stop her.
Instead, I chose to marry Jiang Yao's elder brother, Jiang Cheng.
