When Lu Zhenhua was dying, what flashed before his eyes was not the face of his aunt Jiufang, but the figure wearing a coarse cheongsam under the crabapple tree - Pingping, the only white moonlight in his life, withered in despair because of his powerlessness back then.
When he opened his eyes again, the sky was full of wind and snow, and he returned to the General's Mansion annex thirty years ago. Pingping, who is wearing a moon-white cheongsam, still has a smile, and her temples are swaying slightly, and he is still the military academy student whose edges have not been smoothed by reality.
The regrets of his previous life were deeply engraved: he watched her being promised to the Prince of Mongolia, watching her use her life to fulfill her vow of "not marrying anyone who is not a king", and then spent half her life crazily amassing power and marrying women similar to her, only to get a deeper hole in her life.
This time, he tightened his grip on the warm stove, and the temperature in his palm awoke all his unwillingness. Faced with General Fu's contempt and the prince's covetousness, he was no longer the impulsive boy. He wanted to rely on what he had learned in the military academy to support her in the troubled times; he wanted to rewrite Haitang's weeping ending, so that the sentence "I will not marry you unless I am in this life" would finally become a perfect marriage until she grows old.
No matter how strong the wind and snow are, it can't stop you from starting over; no matter how powerful you are, you can't replace the lost sincerity. In this life, Lu Zhenhua has only one thought: to protect Pingping well and live up to this life.
