At the moment Huanbi crashes into the coffin, consumed by bitterness, all she can think of is the last look Prince Guo gave Yuyin before he died. So she had only ever been a shadow, not even worthy of one final glance from him. Pain sears through her. When she opens her eyes again, she is back on the day she first entered Prince Guo's residence, her fingertips still cool from just taking up the duty of grinding ink for him.
In this life, she cuts off the feelings she should never have had. She only wants to keep watch over her mother's memorial tablet and quietly live out the rest of her days as an unknown concubine. But for some reason, Prince Guo, usually so cool and distant, looks at her differently now.
While she grinds ink, he suddenly takes her trembling hand. His low voice carries a warmth she has never heard from him before. “That stroke is too forceful. What if you hurt your wrist?”
At banquets, he quietly swaps out the greasy dishes she dislikes, leaving only light, refreshing ones.
Even when making his rounds through the gardens on a cold night, he goes out of his way to pass by her little courtyard. He stands for a long time, gazing at the warm yellow candlelight glowing through her window.
Huanbi retreats step by step, but he presses closer with every step. Then, one day, he stops her beneath a peach tree. Regret and tenderness she cannot understand surge in his dark eyes. “Huanbi, don't be afraid. I was a fool in our last life, and I let you slip away. In this life, let me find you and protect you.”
So he has returned with his memories too. The man she spent a lifetime looking up to, and resenting, now cherishes her above all else. But the wounds of the past run deep, and the palace remains shrouded in intrigue. Can she let go of her obsession and accept a love that arrived a lifetime too late? And can he break through every shackle to keep her safe...?