I once swore I would hate you for the rest of my life.
Until I discovered that you had already given your whole life to me.
Seven years ago, Shen Lingyi watched with her own eyes as the boy from that snowy night killed her master.
Seven years later, she entered the palace by imperial decree to become empress, only to discover that the man sitting on the Dragon Throne was the very person she had hated for seven years.
Yet the way he looked at her was unmistakably unfamiliar.
He said, “I don’t remember any snowy night.”
She thought he was lying.
Only later did she learn that he truly had forgotten: forgotten that he had saved her, forgotten that great snowfall, and even forgotten that he had once been the only person in the world to give her warmth.
And the white jade hairpin that had linked them for seven years turned out to be a keepsake from his mother, the consort.
A line of tiny characters was engraved on it: “Lingyi, fair as snow; my heart will follow you forever.”
He had carved it.
He carved it into a first meeting she had forgotten, back when fate had not yet had the chance to tear them apart.
It turned out his love had begun before her hatred.
“I place this hairpin in your hair, and you become the only snow of my life.”
