In the Buddhist hall with only green smoke, Liu Wanyue lowered her eyes and carefully wiped the dark spiritual tablet in her arms.
This year is the third year since her husband passed away.
In the past three years, she has gone from being a widow with nothing to becoming the number one cloth merchant in Dayan, respected by everyone.
However, despite living a prosperous life, she could only hide in this incense-filled Buddhist hall every day.
She didn't want to go back to that old house full of memories of her and her husband.
Not for anything else, just because there is a person who looks exactly like my husband.
Whenever she saw that face with the same appearance, her heart was filled with sorrow.
With that face, she often couldn't tell whether he was her husband or her brother-in-law.
Every time I palpitate, I solemnly warn myself,
No, no, that's not your husband, you can't be confused.
So, she had no choice but to hide.
——
He is the iron-blooded general who returned from fighting on the battlefield. He is the legendary twin brother of his deceased husband and her nominal brother-in-law.
She is an orphan adopted by the Rong family and the widow of the Rong family.
The two people who should not have crossed paths in the first place were teased by fate, breaking the superficial peace.
——
"Who are you?"
"Who are you anyway?"
Faced with the man's wordless silence,
Disappointed, Liu Wanyue chose to leave the capital city where she had lived for twenty years.
Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year...
Philosophy: His twin brother died on the front line. Forced by the imperial power, he could only step in as a substitute.
In order not to be discovered, faking death to escape is the best way.
Two years later, he returned as a younger brother, bringing his sister-in-law and young nephew with him.
He reunited with his childhood sweetheart, but he didn't recognize him.
The unspeakable identity, the wife's tears, and the sister-in-law's dependence.
They were supposed to be two loving and gentle people, but they were bound by worldly vision.
Missed again and again, misunderstood again and again...
Love is there, people are there, and the heart is there.
But it is difficult for the soul that connects emotions to get closer.