[Marriage first, love later, sadomasochism becomes sweet pet, double cleansing, refreshing article, 1v1/3]
Shen Qingqing had three names in her life.
Before she was seven years old, she was the most favored little princess in Beiyan Palace. Hanging around her waist was a jade gourd given by her mother and concubine. Her father and brother were still alive, and the snow was sweet. Twelve years ago, on the night when Beiyan City was destroyed, she was rescued from a dry well by a young general. There was blood on his palm and he said, "I will take you to find your brother."
She didn't find her brother. She became Jiang Huai's adopted daughter, changed her name to Jiang He, and lived one lie after another.
Seven years later, she was banished to the Jiaofang Division and bought back to the mansion by a man named Xie Jiuling. He gave her books to read, medicine to drink, and a stove to light, but he never looked at her. She thought he was just a cold and taciturn master.
Until she dug out a painting in his secret room - the painting showed her back when she was seven years old. I painted it for three years, then tore it up and painted it again. There is a line written on the back: Ah He, I have been carrying Sophora japonica for twelve years.
But she also saw another letter, which read: Jiang Huai slaughtered all of my Xie family, three hundred and seventeen of them.
She is the daughter of his enemy. He is the boy at the entrance of the well twelve years ago. He searched for her for twelve years, kept her for twelve years, and finally sent her away with his own hands.
The farthest distance in this world is not between life and death. It's me standing in front of you, you love me, but you don't dare. I love you but I can't.
The crane's return is indefinite, but spring comes every year.
