In my previous life, I married a young lady's guard, but on our wedding night, he called her by her name. Later, he ignored me and used the snow in my heart to heal the young lady's wounds. When he encountered a bandit, he pushed me out. I unfortunately passed away watching him gently comfort a frightened young lady. When I opened my eyes again, the lady asked me if I would marry him. I took a deep breath, lowered my eyes and replied, "I don't want to do this." In this life, I don't want to be a stepping stone anymore.
