Return of Two Dreams

Shen Qingning had died once before.

In the depths of winter, the woodshed was freezing. She heard her cousin Su Wanrou whisper from outside, “Rest easy, Sister. I’ll take care of everything for you.”

Only on her deathbed did she learn how her gentle, sweet cousin had schemed against her step by step, framing her until she died in disgrace, branded an unfaithful wife. And that man, Xiao Heng, heir to the Marquis’s residence, had never believed her from beginning to end.

When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen.

Her mother had just died, and Su Wanrou had yet to bare her fangs. Shen Qingning clenched the quilt. This time, she would avenge her mother, protect her grandmother, and stay far away from Xiao Heng.

But why had the heir, so cold in her previous life, suddenly set his sights on her? He gave her a jade pendant, wrote her letters, and even climbed over the wall to see her. Everything about it was bizarre.

“Miss Shen, wait for me to come back.”

“Get lost.”

Xiao Heng really did get lost, all the way to the border. Three years later, he returned as the Marquis of Dingbei, and the first thing he did was come to ask for her hand in marriage.

Shen Qingning turned him down three times, and he proposed three times.

Until one late night, she heard him drunkenly mumble outside her door, “I wronged you in my last life. This time, let me protect you.”

She was struck as if by lightning. He had been reborn too.

But he didn’t know that she remembered everything as well: his cold gaze in her previous life, and how, as she died on a snowy night, he was celebrating his wedding night with her cousin.

Later, he asked her with red-rimmed eyes, “I wrote you forty-eight letters over those three years, and you didn’t reply to a single one. Do you hate me that much?”

She said nothing. She simply took all forty-eight letters out from the bottom of the chest and laid them out in neat rows. She