Shen Zhaoxue died on a snowy night.
When he blocked the poisoned arrow for Xiao Lin, he actually didn't feel much pain. The real pain came later - when he was lying in a pile of corpses in a mass grave, he heard the bells ringing through the Nine Palaces for the new emperor's enthronement, and the man who had promised "when I rule the world, I will grant you thousands of miles of rivers and mountains", held the hand of the prime minister's legitimate daughter and was worshiped by all people.
It turns out that from beginning to end, he was just an outcast.
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Zhaoxue returned to the time when he was eighteen years old. He was still the unfavored bastard in the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, and Xiao Lin was still the third prince who was deposed, bullied, and lingering in the cold palace. There is still time for everything.
In this life, he had locked up his love and only wanted to protect his mother and younger brother, stay away from the disputes in the court, and stay away from that unkind man. But fate is like a net that gets tighter and tighter - the more he retreats, the more Xiao Lin advances; the colder he becomes, the more the obsession in that man's eyes burns madly.
Until one rainy night, Xiao Lin, who had been drugged, pressed him against the palace wall and asked in a mute voice with red eyes: "Shen Zhaoxue, what are you afraid of?"
What are you afraid of?
I'm afraid that you will pierce my heart with thousands of arrows again, I'm afraid that you will let me... Die with my eyes open again.
What Xiao Lin didn't know was that in his previous life, he held Shen Zhaoxue's body and sat in the imperial mausoleum for three years, and finally burned the palace and died in love. The paranoia and madness in this life are just the fears engraved in the bone marrow in the previous life - fear of losing again, fear of not being able to say I love him again...
