When Cen Jianqing was on his deathbed, I drank the heartbreak poison.
We had promised each other: if we could not live together, then at least we would die together.
But his last words were...
"Nan Feng, I wish you hadn't saved me. Then Mingyue could have... Mingyue..."
Mingyue! He was in love with my half-sister!
So all those years, I had spent my dowry advancing his career and devoted myself to managing the entire Cen household, only to make him miserable.
The moment he closed his eyes in resentment, my heart broke into pieces.
Damn it!
I'd taken the poison too soon.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day our marriage was being arranged.
This time, I decided to let him have what he wanted.
