I use history books as a blade to cut through the dusk of a dynasty, but I cannot cut through the frozen snow in your eyes.
I am Lin Weiyang. I know every turning point and dead end in the seventeen years of the late Ming Dynasty, but I have only missed one thing - falling in love with you.
Lin Weiyang, a doctor of history, made a ridiculous wish under the old locust tree where Chongzhen hanged himself: "It would be great to see you in your youth."
When she opened her eyes again, she became Zhou Yushu, the "child bride" of ten-year-old Zhu Youjian.
In the depths of the palace, he was the unpopular fifth prince, and he grew into a frightened bird under the intrigue and cold eyes.
And with the eyes and heartache she had four hundred years later, she held his cold hand:
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."
She has seen the lonely rope in Meishan, but never seen:
The trembling pen of the young man under the lamp, the flames of a prairie fire in the eyes of the king,
The broken spine under the dragon robe, and the last moment when he looked back at her
——The eyes that wash away all suspicions and become as clear as the first sight.
"Your Majesty, if we could do it again..."
"I will still go to Meishan." He stroked her white hair on the temples, "But this time, I will hold your hand tightly."
Redemption and destruction go together, deep love and fate are enemies.
After traveling four hundred years, can she carve out a ray of light on the iron wall of history?
"Historical books say that Chongzhen was stubborn and suspicious."
"But my boy, he just saw through the coldness of people's hearts too early."
"This time, I won't save Daming. I just want to warm your winter."
But winter is too long, longer than seventeen years, longer than four hundred years——
The snow that reaches Meishan Mountain will cover the rest of my life.
