Three years ago, she was his wife, and she took care of the Pei family perfectly.
He stayed in the study while she warmed the soup and waited until the third watch;
When he was injured while working on a case, she knelt in front of the Buddha and copied scriptures to pray for his safety;
His mother-in-law made things difficult for him, but she never said a word in front of him.
She thought he would look back, but in the end she only waited for a letter of resignation, and his love for her dropped like a pair of worn-out shoes.
Three years later, Shen Yun's official residence was in the fourth rank. He was standing in the shadow of Begonia in the Hanlin Academy, wearing plain clothes and a silver hairpin. He was cold and distant, and his eyes no longer had any trace of the crazy thoughts of the past.
She once cut out her true heart and held it in front of him, but he didn't accept it. Now she took her heart back and sealed it into a piece of ice, but Pei Changyuan insisted on getting entangled with her and renewing her old relationship.
She checked old cases in the court, and he personally handed over his father's confession. She repaired the ancient books of Wenyuan Pavilion, and he repaired the remaining pages every night. She needed a witness, and he opened up the most shameful old accounts of the Pei family page by page, and he did not hesitate to tear up all his reliance.
On a rainy night, the wall of the National History Museum collapsed, and he was imprisoned. In despair, he could only vaguely see her decisive figure leaving.
[Wife Chasing Crematorium·Altar under the Flowers of the High Mountain·He didn't look at her when she was kneeling in love, but he couldn't reach her after she gave up]
