Lu Fangzhou's junior schoolmate was terminally ill and had little time left. Grief-stricken, he vowed to make it up to her, taking her through mountains and rivers to gaze at the stars and doing every romantic thing imaginable. Just because she said she liked it, he was even ready to take away something passed down through Mu Ziyin's family and give it to her.
Everyone urged her to be generous and not hold it against someone who was about to die.
Even her son said his mother wasn't half as good as Sister Xinyao, and wondered why Sister Xinyao couldn't be his mother.
With all hope gone, Mu Ziyin resolved to divorce him, cross the threshold and walk through the flames. From then on, they would be strangers.
Later, the father and son knelt pitifully outside her door, begging her to come home. Just then, a tall, heroic general swung down from his horse and drew her into his arms, coaxing her softly. “You just had a baby. Why are you out in the wind? Be good and come home with me to rest during your postpartum recovery.”
