[Both virgins + traditional historical romance + the male lead grovels for his wife + clever, sly heroine like a little fox vs. steady, stern hero who bows to love]
Pei Zhaolin, the eldest young master of the Pei family, is as refined as a spring breeze and a peerless man. Cui Jintang, newly down from the mountains, is captivated by him at first sight.
Under the pretext of being his benefactor, she takes up temporary residence in the Pei manor and spends three years doing everything she can to win him over…
At long last, Pei Zhaolin tells her, “I love you.” Then he loses his memory, after saving the childhood friend who lives in his heart.
She thinks that once his memories return, everything will fall back into place.
…
Until she hears that Pei Zhaolin seems to have recovered his memories. Overjoyed, she hurries home, only to hear him clearly from outside the corridor, coldly remarking:
“A low-born orphan who’s beneath even the lowest station? A proper wife? She’s not fit for it.”
The crowd’s laughter snaps Cui Jintang out of her delusions.
In the most resolute way possible, she fakes her death in front of everyone.
That night, Pei Zhaolin remembers everything. His eyes bloodshot, he cradles her body and raises his sword to kill himself and join her in death.
Later, Cui Jintang, now living under a new name, joins her friends in seeking pleasure, admiring flowers and listening to music. She couldn’t be happier.
One night, she has just stepped out of the bath when she sees her former fiancé, whom she hasn’t seen in days, sitting by her bed. In his fingers is an outer robe belonging to another man.
His expression is obsessive and crazed.
“Jintang, how did it come to this? If you like, he and I can serve you together. Would that please you?” “I only ask that you don’t leave me again.”
