Two male leads + political intrigue + tragic romance + bad ending + reborn
When I opened my eyes again, I had become the frail young heir of the Duke's household, who had been sickly for eighteen years. His face was exactly the same as mine in my previous life.
I decided to pretend I had lost my memory.
At the palace banquet, Pei Qing glanced back as he passed me. I lowered my eyes and kept walking without stopping.
Later, he began acting more and more strangely. He watched me tap the table for only three seconds before noticing the habit. I drank only Longjing tea, and by the next day, the maid had been replaced.
He said nothing, and I pretended not to know anything.
When Shen Zhao framed my family and had every member of the Duke's household thrown in prison, I went to beg him.
Seated on the dais, he watched me kneel on the cold, hard floor and gave me just one word: "No."
"Please, help me just this once," I said, looking up at him. "I'll do anything you ask."
He nodded.
On the night of the palace coup, Shen Zhao thrust a sword at him, and I stepped in front of him.
The blade pierced my chest.
As I fell into his arms, I finally smiled. "Pei Qing, this time... I didn't pretend not to know you."
He held me, trembling all over, his tears falling onto my face.
It was the first time he had ever cried.
The day Shen Zhao was executed, Pei Qing's hair turned white overnight.
The following spring, pear blossoms fell like snow.
Beneath the tree, he set out two teacups and drank the poisoned wine.
Amid the falling petals, I reached out to him. "Come on. I've been waiting for you for so long."
After missing each other in two lifetimes, at last we no longer had to wait.
