The world's magic champion, Lin Tang, transmigrated.
From the start, she was a corpse frozen behind the prince's residence: the original owner had taken blades for the blind prince for three years, only for her entire contribution to be claimed by her white-lotus cousin. Then, with a dismissive "We have to follow the rules," her martial arts were crippled, and she froze to death in the snow.
As she died, wedding music played on the other side of the wall. The prince and her cousin were getting engaged.
Lin Tang got to her feet. The first thing she did was wipe the "scar from taking a blade for the prince" right off the white lotus's palm with a handful of snow.
The color came off.
She thought no one knew what she was cursing in her heart.
[This blind man is pretty handsome, but he's blind, and his heart is even blinder.]
[The original owner spent three years hiding in your rafters, and you don't even know her name.]
[Whatever. What do I care? I'm going to make money on the overpass.]
She didn't know that the blind prince heard every single word.
Later, she performed magic on the overpass while he stood in the crowd.
Every time she cursed him in her heart, his fists clenched.
Every time she remembered something from the original owner's past, his eyes grew red.
Later still, the capital's first magic theater opened, and there was always one person sitting in the last row.
"The person who stayed by my side for those three years was you, wasn't it?"
Lin Tang shuffled the cards without looking up. "Your Highness, you've mistaken me for someone else."
But in her heart, she thought: [It was her. But she died, in the snow on the day you got engaged.]
Xiao Jingheng's eyes turned red on the spot.
