I once found two men in the snow.
One was fate, the other a calamity.
Back then, I knew nothing of youthful love, yet I believed Zhao Chengyan’s empty promises, as beautiful and fleeting as flowers reflected in a mirror.
One mistaken choice, and I was doomed beyond redemption.
I am mute. When I was fifteen, I rescued a man from the snow. He told me he was a traveling merchant, and I believed him.
Through a twist of fate, we investigated a case together. He helped me search for my parents, and I helped him look into the past. Later, unable to withstand the rumors, I agreed to marry him and become his wife in a marriage of convenience.
But as time passed, our act became real. He would warm my hands and shield me when our lives were in danger.
I thought it was fate.
Until one day, he “died,” and I was heartbroken.
I went to Bianjing to search for my parents, only to discover that the husband who had “died” was King Sheng himself.
He was the one who slaughtered everyone in my village. He was the one who deceived and betrayed me. He was also the one who said, again and again, that he loved me.
