Stories always say that demons and monsters love possessing beautiful women and falling in love with people.
When Shen Zhiwei woke up, she had become Lu Yan's wife.
Six whole years had been stolen from her.
After losing her virginity and having a child, she woke up only to be divorced.
Looking at the faithless man before her, Shen Zhiwei thought he was much too old. She was only sixteen, after all.
She tried to find concubines for him, but he refused, insisting she drink a calming, desire-suppressing brew every day.
Faking her death and escaping the scumbag was her fate.
Until one ordinary rainy night in Jiangnan, someone climbed into her bed.
The familiar sensation made her tremble. Lu Yan, now a marquis and chancellor, appeared beside her.
A pair of dark, wet eyes stared at her. "My lady, I will never divorce you."
