[They don’t get back together + No forgiveness + No angst] (The author’s first time writing a sweet romance, so it’s only a little sweet) (Don’t swipe away just yet, there’s a twist)
The day Ming Yuehua died, Xiao Huaian’s hair turned white overnight.
He kept watch by her coffin for seven days and seven nights without a drop of water, until he finally collapsed in front of the mourning hall.
Everyone said the general had gone mad.
But what they didn’t know was this:
Ming Yuehua hadn’t died.
On the night of her hemorrhage, her personal maid died in her place.
She escaped with the child in her womb, rescued by her former subordinates, and disappeared into Jiangnan under an assumed name.
Three years later.
A small town in Jiangnan, with apricot blossoms in the spring rain.
Xiao Huaian was traveling south on imperial orders when he reined in his horse outside an unremarkable apothecary.
He saw a woman crouching at the entrance, teaching a child to read. Her gentle profile looked just like that of his dead wife.
His whole body stiffened, and he nearly fell from his horse.
The woman looked up and glanced at him.
Then she calmly looked away, took the child by the hand, walked into the apothecary, and closed the door.
She had become someone he could never reach.
And he no longer even had the right to say, “I’m sorry.”
