[Female rivalry + powerful men lowering their heads + seductive black-rose heroine + groveling for forgiveness + fighting over her]
When Shu Yuan was eight, she was driven out of her home.
As snow fell thickly around them, Jiang Yining took her grimy hand and brought her home.
He cherished her with all his heart, protecting her from every danger.
His friend said he was obsessed. How could someone as noble as him fall in love with a lowly woman like her? Jiang Yining broke three of his friend’s ribs, simply because he had spoken disparagingly of her.
They had once been the closest people in the world.
Shu Yuan couldn’t understand why the sun that had warmed her throughout her youth would one day turn into winter ice, piercing her until she was covered in wounds.
Liang Fengye grew up in a den of devils. Everyone called him ruthless and heartless, devoid of humanity, and said that dying young was Heaven’s punishment for him.
Back then, when Shu Yuan saw the report of his death, she felt nothing.
Later, Shu Yuan would rather give him her own life. She prayed to every god and Buddha she could, begging only that he live a long life.
But the gods and Buddhas all knew that Liang Fengye could live without his life, but not without loving her.
Because she, Shu Yuan, was the precious treasure Liang Fengye had begged for before the Buddha, day after day, for thousands of nights.
