Su Wanxing, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s household, has been frail since childhood. The imperial physician declares that she won’t live to see her fifteenth birthday.
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she falls into the water and drowns. As she teeters on the brink of death, a sky full of starlight drags her back. A voice, barely holding together, says, “You are the greatest variable in this world. So do your best to stay alive!”
Su Wanxing looks down at her body, which leaves her gasping after a few steps, and decisively engraves one principle into her DNA: stay alive at all costs.
But as she keeps her head down, somehow...
The Seventh Prince’s gaze grows more intense every time he looks at her, and his breathing grows heavier whenever he comes close.
The brooding, obsessive Ninth Prince holds his breath around her, yet his gaze clings to her like a venom-coated hook, impossible to tear away.
The man she has always called “Big Brother” has long since crossed the line between brother and sister with the way he looks at her. When she sleeps, he barely brushes her lips. When she’s cold, he wraps her hand in his palm and breathes on it. When she leans on his shoulder, he presses his hands hard against his knees, his knuckles turning white.
A young general returning from the border stops her carriage in the street. “What’s your name?” His eyes shine as if they hold stars.
The aloof, snow-cold top scholar from a poor family can think only of her cheeks puffing as she eats pastries, and the scent of medicine mingled with milk that clings to her.
Su Wanxing panics.
In the scenes the Heavenly Dao showed her, not one of these people meets a happy end.
On one side is the reborn female lead she doesn’t dare provoke. On the other is a tragic big shot she wants to save but doesn’t know how to approach.
Yet everyone surrounds her with doting eyes, coaxing her: “Sweetheart, are you feeling unwell? Why don’t you tell your big brothers?”
On the surface, they’re comforting her.
In private, they exchange glances, their eyes practically overflowing with coldness.
How dare anyone make their sweetheart feel bad?
Kill them.
