In her previous life, Shen Qingci was the most gentle and virtuous mistress of the Marquis of Jing'an, but she died of hemoptysis in the Cold Courtyard. Her soul wandered for three days, and she saw with her own eyes that the indifferent husband was crazy about her.
Half a year after her rebirth, she was newly married, and it was that family dinner that made her a laughing stock again. The beauty in white is still at her side, and the eyes of the guests in the hall are piercing.
This time, she put down the Hexin wine and stood up with a smile: "Enjoy yourselves."
Dressed in white, with silver hairpins in her hair, she calmly walked out of the prosperity that had trapped her all her life. No longer crying for him, no longer waiting for him, she calmly took stock of the dowry and held on to her own lifeline.
Lu Yanshen gradually discovered that the always docile wife had changed - when she looked at him, there was no wave in her eyes; she was within his reach, but she seemed to be thousands of miles away from the ice field.
When the crisis in the Hou's house came, she delivered the key blow anonymously; when he put down his arrogant pleas, she had established her own business and had a good time with her friends.
It wasn't until he blocked a fatal blow for her at the critical moment of life that she realized that there was a more complicated whirlpool hidden behind the cold truth of her past life. But can the belated truth and affection still melt a completely dead heart?
"Lu Yanshen," she looked at the man kneeling in front of the hospital bed, her voice as soft as a sigh, "A broken mirror does not need to be repaired to repair old wounds."
"It's about recasting a brand new mirror."
——This is a journey of sobriety reborn from the ashes, and a journey of blood and tears in which a man learns how to love after complete loss.
