[Historical Romance] [Palace and Household Intrigue] [Bad Ending] [Transmigration]
They met in childhood, and came to know and understand each other.
When she was six, he said he would marry her.
But when she was sixteen, the news that reached her was that he had perished on the frontier, leaving no remains behind.
Two months later, word came from the frontier that he had been rescued. All she could say was, thank heavens.
The Lu Xuanting she remembered was bold and carefree, a dashing young man in fine clothes, riding a spirited horse.
She remembered that year beneath the pear tree, when he sat atop the wall, raised an eyebrow, and teased her in his boyish voice.
"Little miss, if you throw any harder, you'll end up hurting yourself."
Later, he did marry her.
It seemed time was a fickle thing, and its affections were not reserved for her alone. The arrival of Wan Xinran changed everything.
Perhaps it wasn't just because she had appeared.
He said he loved him. She knew that.
She couldn't compromise, couldn't pretend nothing had happened.
She didn't hate anyone. She only wanted to let go.
Perhaps parting was the final destination for the two of them.
