A devoted couple, running away while pregnant, possessiveness, love growing over time, and raising a child.
Song Shuran was an orphan. The villagers said she had caused her parents' deaths, and she had never seen either of them herself.
She survived until the age of sixteen with the villagers' help, and had already set her sights on He Yu, who lived at the end of the village.
Everyone laughed at her delusions, saying that no matter how far He Yu had fallen, he was still a scholar's son. How could he ever want a country girl like her?
But she was determined to take a chance. She carefully laid out a tender deception, pretending to be gentle, kind, and devoted to him. She tended to his illness and soothed him with soft words until he fell for her.
He Yu had been frail since childhood. No one had ever truly cared for him, and he had never known the slightest warmth. Before long, he lowered his guard around this orphan who looked at him as if he were the only person in the world. He fell in love and entrusted her with his only remaining possessions and the secrets of his background, eagerly anticipating a life together.
He thought he'd found a true heart. He never knew it was all part of her long-planned scheme.
After she abandoned him, He Yu worked himself to the bone, transforming from an ailing scholar into a powerful minister with authority over the court, ruthless in his decisions. He searched for her like a madman for years, hating her deception yet unable to let go of his feelings.
When they met again, Song Shuran had long since used the money she'd taken back then to make a thriving life for herself among the common people. At her side was a tiny, adorable child whose features were a perfect match for He Yu's.
Looking at the woman before him, her expression cool, all his hatred turned to regret and obsession. He clutched her wrist and spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice:
“Song Shuran, you deceived me, stole my money, and took my son. You won't escape me again in this life.”
Song Shuran looked up calmly, without the slightest guilt. “He Yu, I deceived you back then, but we've been even for a long time now.”
