Shen Qingning died once.
In the dead of winter, the woodshed was freezing. She listened to her cousin Su Wanrou whispering outside the door: "Sister, please go peacefully. I will take care of everything for you."
It wasn't until she died that she realized how her gentle and sweet cousin had designed and framed her step by step, making her end up with the stigma of "unruly women" in her heart. And that man—Xiao Heng, the eldest son of the Hou family—never believed her from beginning to end.
When she opened her eyes, she was fifteen years old again.
Her mother had just passed away, and Su Wanrou had not yet shown her fangs. Shen Qingning tightened her grip on the quilt. This time, she wanted to avenge her mother, protect her grandmother, and stay far away from Xiao Heng.
But she discovered that why did the indifferent prince in his previous life suddenly focus on her? Sending jade pendants, writing letters, climbing over walls to see her, everything was weird.
"Miss Shen, wait for me to come back."
"Get lost."
Xiao Heng did roll away and went to the border. Three years later, when he returned as Marquis of Dingbei, the first thing he did was to propose marriage.
Shen Qingning refused three times, so he begged three times.
Until late one night, she heard him drunkenly saying outside the door: "I betrayed you in the last life, but I will protect you in this life."
She felt like she was struck by lightning - it turned out that he was also reborn.
But what he didn't know was that she remembered it too. I remember his cold eyes in his previous life, and when he died on a snowy night, he was having a wedding with his cousin.
Later, with red eyes, he asked her: "I wrote forty-eight letters in those three years, and you didn't reply to any of them. Do you hate me so much?"
She didn't say anything, just took out the forty-eight letters neatly from the bottom of the box - she
