Some hatred can burn through life and death; some returns can only be reached through desolation.
Ling Yanmo once thought that Pingyangjing was the only spring in her life. She walked through the wind and snow, stayed in the deep courtyard for him, and used her frail body to support her full of infatuation.
But on the wedding day, when the red dress was like fire, he stabbed his sword through her heart and told the truth in a cold voice - the evidence that framed her parents was handed to her by his own hands; had he ever liked her? Never.
At the moment of death, she made a blood curse with her soul: she would never enter the reincarnation, otherwise he would be trapped in pain, and life would be worse than death.
Unexpectedly, fate played a joke on her - she was reborn and returned to the time when she was fourteen years old.
The family is still there, the hatred has not arisen, and it is not too late.
In this life, she suppressed her innocence, cherished the memories and plans of her previous life, and vowed to make Pingyang Jing repay her debt with blood, and also to protect the safety of her relatives.
There is more than one person to return to. Her fiancé Yue Chenyao, who had been let down by her, died on the battlefield in his previous life, but in this life he is waiting in the snow with his eyes still gentle.
She owed him an apology and a chance to make a new choice.
After her rebirth, she was still sick and weak, but she learned to play chess in desperate situations.
Write a diary and burn it, hiding your thoughts and plans in ashes; hide the plum blossom hairpin in your sleeve, hiding your edge under the soft light.
With the flames of revenge in front of her and the remaining warmth in her heart behind her, she wants to find a path in the machinations of blood and snow that neither makes things easier for her enemies nor betrays her sincerity.
Intention: When spring comes to the dead tree, it is also the time to return.
