Chixue
In my previous life, I died in the dungeon of Silver Moon.
Water droplets seeped down from the cracks in the rock and hit the stone slabs. I counted, and when I reached the seventy-third drop, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
The last person seen was Carl. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and he stood motionless across the iron fence.
I swallowed with regret.
On the eve of my rebirth and return to the substitute marriage, my father asked me who would marry the tyrant in the north.
I said, let me go.
People who have died once are not afraid of death. I came back to make him pay with his life.
I put the "wasted wolf" skin back on, pretending to be harmless, and nailed my sister step by step into the hole she dug herself. But the rumored bloodthirsty Red Wolf King protected me, chased me, and knelt in the snow in the cold winter, begging me to turn back.
I don't believe him. It's just the mark of a destined partner, he just lends me my life.
Until the veil of the past life is lifted layer by layer.
He wasn't standing outside the prison watching me die.
He rushed into the dungeon to save me, but it was too late. He sat holding my cold body for a day and a night, and slaughtered half of the clan for me.
Then he died alone in the secret room, repeating two words in his mouth.
Don't die.
The person I have hated all my life is the only person in the world who has died for me.
He chased me all his life. I regret it and pursue it all my life.
In this life, I will not let him die alone in a cold secret room again.
In the previous life, he could not warm my hand.
In this life, it's my turn to warm him up.
