He is Qi Jingyuan, the eldest prince. His mother consort was framed and died a tragic death, and he grew up alone and miserable in a cold, forgotten courtyard, concealing a loneliness no one understood. But no one knew that the only warmth in his heart came from Ye Qingyuan, the extraordinary woman who could dance “Startling Swan, Break the Formation” at a palace banquet.
Yet he was the one who broke her heart, and he could only watch as she fell from a cliff.
After searching the land like a madman, he finally sees her again. But she has lost all her memories of the past and no longer knows who he is. She only addresses him timidly as “Your Highness the Crown Prince,” her eyes full of unfamiliarity.
Only then does Qi Jingyuan understand what it means to regret something to the very depths of one's being. For the first time, he sheds all his aloofness and blocks her path, his eyes red. On the palace steps strewn with begonias, he drops to his knees, clutching two broken hairpins. “Qingyuan, I was wrong. Please... don't treat me like a stranger anymore.”
She looks at the prince before her, prickly all over but red-eyed. When her fingertips touch the broken hairpins, a faint pain stirs. Having forgotten everything, should she trust the man kneeling before her and begging? And how can this entanglement, born of a three-year pact and bound by protection, reunite two equally lonely hearts amid the fog of lost memories, wrapping them in begonias once more?
