A fire destroyed the Pei family's glory, and the former young master knelt in front of the charred ruins, like broken glass without the starlight anymore. Yan Hui held his bloody hand and pulled him out of the fire, which became his final return in this world.
She turned into a beggar on the street, swallowing humiliation in the cold wind. Even if she was covered with bruises and bruises, she would break the hard bun in half and stuff the warm half into his palm.
And he hid his arrogance as a scholar, copying books with frozen fingers under the oil lamp in a ruined temple, and secretly hid a bunch of candied haws scented with medicine for her.
When Yan Hui ran into the ruined temple with scars all over her body, Pei Qing was shocked to realize all the suffering she had swallowed silently. The two broken souls warmed each other among the ruins. He applied medicine to her with trembling hands, and she warmed his cold palms by humming nursery rhymes.
"You are my resurrection grass." He wrote her name on the rice paper, "You are my soul that has been resurrected from the dead."
When the torrential rain of fate strikes again, see how these orphans in troubled times use each other as light to plant a spring in the ruins.
Mission: Only love and courage can change destiny