The day I gave my husband his legitimate eldest son, he welcomed his first love into the household in a small sedan chair, making her his equal wife.
When our son was five, he got into an argument with his first love.
My husband abandoned us and followed her to the distant frontier.
In the vast Marquis's residence, only my young son, my parents-in-law, and I remained to keep each other company.
Forty years later, grim news arrived from the frontier:
His first love had died of illness, and my husband had followed her to his death, leaving me only a letter.
It read:
[If there is another life, I hope we each marry someone else, and have nothing more to do with one another.]
I clung to those few words, lived out my lonely years, and died of old age.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my marriage was being arranged.
Before me stood Pei Jingheng, who had abandoned me in my previous life, and a young general I'd known since childhood.
Yet without hesitation, I made the same choice I had in my previous life.
I like short novels like this, very good