She betrayed her husband, sealed all her memories, and fell into reincarnation on earth. The only task is to learn how to love.
The rotten peach blossoms in the twenty-sixth life were the price of her inability to recognize love. Every heartbeat is a trap; every effort is hurt. She thought her fate was bad, but she didn't know that behind all the bad peach blossoms, there stood an invisible person - her husband, who in another dimension used all his energy to filter out all the wrong people for her.
Her personal guardian for nine years was her husband's younger brother. He stood one step away, never crossing the line or stepping back. He watched her for his brother, protected her, and waited for her to wake up. She used him as a backup, and he didn't know how to explain it. Because the truth can't be told - she hasn't known it yet.
After ten years of dreams, her husband was waking her up little by little. He gave her tenderness in the dream, but also tortured her in the dream. He questioned her, denied her, and made her suffer, not because he didn't love her, but because he loved her too much - he wanted to temper every choice she made into firmness, and every bit of her dependence into independence.
Seven layers of seals peeled off layer by layer.
One inch away, one inch closer.
When she finally knew the truth - the husband who had been waiting for her for two thousand three hundred years, the man who protected her day and night but was never seen by her, the man who spent his life reaching out to her in the gap between dimensions - she knelt on the ground, crying and asked herself: Am I worthy?
She thought about death. Then she dropped the idea. Because she finally understood - what he wanted was not for her to repay her debt, but for her to live. To live into the person he believed she would become.
