When the Mist Clears, the Stars Shine

A feel-good wealthy-family romance + 1v1 sweet love story + beloved by all + secret identities + devoted couple + face-slapping

Yan Qingyuan, the youngest daughter of the Yan family, was frail and chronically ill from childhood. At the age of three, she came down with a high fever that no medicine could cure. Every renowned doctor they sought was helpless.

Luckily, a Taoist master from a temple on Mount Nan saved her and took her in, raising her by his side.

From then on, everyone in Nancheng knew that the illustrious Yan family had an unwritten rule.

On the fifteenth of every month, they turned away all visitors. No matter where they were, the whole family had to rush to Mount Nan to visit the Yan family's youngest daughter, who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

From the age of eighteen, Yan Qingyuan was afflicted by a strange, unsolvable problem.

On the sixteenth of every month, she would fall into the same old dream of a wedding.

In the dream, she wore a red wedding robe and married a man she had never met.

Life passed peacefully. Yan Qingyuan spent her days at ease in the wooded hills on her family's private estate in Nancheng, living in seclusion and enjoying an early retirement.

That was until Si Shenzhi, the powerful Ninth Master of the Si family, appeared out of nowhere. The man in the wedding robe, whose face had been blurred in her dreams for years, finally became clear.

Everyone thought Yan Qingyuan was merely a frail, sickly heiress who lived in seclusion.

Then they watched as the seemingly carefree, unassuming young woman had layer after layer of astonishing secret identities revealed.

Bonus scene:

Si Shenzhi was carrying Yan Qingyuan, who had finally fallen asleep, and was about to leave when the door suddenly swung open.

His subordinate's forehead was streaked with blood and cold sweat. His voice trembled as he reported,

"Ninth Master, all sorts of people have surrounded the building downstairs. They say they want to take Miss Yan back to take charge."

Si Shenzhi raised a hand to cover the ears of the person in his arms, his expression cool.

"You've got the wrong person. Throw them out."

Yan Qingyuan, who should have been asleep in his arms, secretly curled her lips into a faint smile at his words.