She died once.
Heavy snowfall, Caishikou, forty-seven people. Before the knife fell, she heard her fiancé say: "Heng'er, don't be so stupid in the next life."
Opening your eyes, you see the boudoir of a fifteen-year-old. There were oranges simmering in the charcoal basin, and the maid said that Mr. Lu would invite her to enjoy plum blossoms tomorrow.
She looked at the stack of letters, the jade pendant, and the tokens of love—all given by the person she had devoted her life to loving in her previous life.
Burned.
All burned.
In this life, she no longer hates those who harmed her. She just wanted them to be delivered in by hand one by one.
Until one day she discovered that her biggest enemy was not her fiancé, or the man who sent her to the execution ground with a smile.
It's the one above.
He is the true owner of this knife.
She thought rebirth was the second chance God gave her.
Later I realized that he wanted her to come back and kill someone who couldn't be killed.
There is a person leading the horse, standing three steps away from the beginning to the end.
His father was a veteran border officer who died in battle, and his mother was a woman captured by the enemy. He only recognized two things in his life: the knife, and her.
She never asked him why he was helping her.
He didn't say that either.
Until that night, she asked: Do you dare to do what I want to do?
He knelt down and gave a military salute: "Gu Changyuan, I am willing to lead the way for the girl."
And someone who once loved her.
He would receive a jug of wine during his exile. The person who delivered the wine said: "Miss Su said, I owe you what I owe you."
After he finished drinking, he kowtowed three times to the north.
No one knew what he was thanking.
In this life, she doesn't wait for anyone to marry her.
She waited for someone to die.
