[Obsessive, unhinged heroine × brooding, jealous hero] [Mutual probing, both chaste, possessive love]
Xie Heng has always been a master strategist, but when it came to Lin Xi, he believed every bit of her tenderness.
She sewed his clothes and cooked for him, shielded him from poison, gave him the courtesy name Mingyu, and even once snapped an assassin’s neck with her bare hands.
He thought they were in love, until he stumbled upon her murmuring in her sleep.
It turned out that those longing gazes and moments of distraction had never been meant for him.
He clutched her wrist. “What exactly do Wei Zheng and I have in common?”
*
A decade of longing, yet they meet without recognizing each other.
Wei Zheng is right before her, but she alone bears the memories.
“Are you married?” Lin Xi asked.
“Not yet,” he said, looking at the empress before him.
In that instant, Lin Xi made her decision.
