His A Luo

She was born into an ancient world and wanted nothing more than to be a happy little freeloader.

Shen Mingluo was born with memories of her past life and set three ironclad rules for herself: don’t compete or fight, don’t make trouble, and live a peaceful life as a freeloader.

But the young master next door, from the Duke of Zhenguo’s household, was far too mature for his age and kept coming to visit. He picked up her building blocks, wrapped her in a cloak, and braved the heavy snow to keep a date. Then, when she was six, he crouched down and told her solemnly, “A Luo, I’ll protect you for the rest of my life.”

She thought there was no need to take a child’s words seriously, but without realizing it, she engraved them in her heart.

He said that seeing her made him feel at peace.

She said that seeing him smile made her want to smile, too.

Later, he passed the imperial examinations and entered government, growing stronger with every step through the storms. She studied medicine and took charge of the household, gently protecting the weakness he kept hidden.

Everyone in the capital said that Lu Yan, the Duke of Zhenguo’s heir, was aloof and distant, and had no interest in women.

Only Shen Mingluo knew

He secretly tucked her cloak around her while she slept, rushed to her side first whenever she fell, and ate every last piece of the osmanthus cake she gave him.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because you’re A Luo.”

“What kind of reason is that?”

“That’s all the reason I need.”