The deepest love in this world is not to die for a person, but to survive desperately for a person.
In the tenth year of Tianhe, the emperor's eldest son Duan Xingye was deposed and exiled to the north. Xiao Zhiyi, the only daughter of the Xiao family who was given the marriage, was only ten years old at the time.
Seven years later, after observing her parents' filial piety, she went north alone to find her husband. Everyone in Beijing said that Hoshino had died long ago, but she received eighty-three unsigned letters, every word of which said "Wait for me".
She dug up her mother's belongings in a mass grave, found the truth about her father's assassination in an abandoned house, and saw her fifteen-year-old appearance in an old painting. All clues point to the same person - the fiancé who is said to have "died" three times.
When she finally pushed open the ajar wooden door, the courtyard was filled with plum blossoms like blood. Someone was sitting in a wheelchair and turned around after hearing the sound.
"How many things are you hiding from me?" She asked.
He opened his palms, and there lay a fallen plum blossom quietly.
"The most important thing - the plum blossoms in the north are already blooming."
He thought he wouldn't survive. So he buried all the traces on the road she passed by, wanting to be the most tender relic in her life. But she traveled thousands of miles here not to pay her respects, but to tell him that you are not a relic, but someone I will never let go of in this life.
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