The day Shen Yuan died at the hands of Prince Regent Xiao Yan, snow was falling over the capital.
For a year, she had been his replacement, taking the poisoned wine for him, kneeling in the ancestral hall, and enduring the beating from the imperial court.
Before she died, she asked, “Was there even one day when you saw me as myself?”
He didn’t answer.
When she opened her eyes again, she had entered the body of the woman he had never stopped longing for.
The person in the bronze mirror was so beautiful that she stared for a long time.
Then she let out a breath and smiled.
Xiao Yan, this time I’ll make you want what you can’t have.
She broke off the engagement, ran away, and changed her name, all without hesitation.
But he didn’t react the way she had expected.
He turned the whole capital upside down and slapped her letter of annulment onto the table, panic in his eyes unlike anything she had ever seen in her previous life.
“Wanwan, what on earth has happened to you?”
She didn’t look back.
In her last life, she had spent a lifetime waiting for a single glance.
In this one, she didn’t even want to leave him with her silhouette.
Only later did she learn that the woman he had spent years longing for had never existed.
He had remembered the wrong person all along.
The person he remembered was her.
It was an answer two lifetimes too late.
But Shen Yuan had no intention of accepting it.
