In the fifth year of Wuding in the Eastern Wei Dynasty, she woke up from a time rift and found that she was wearing a dead face——
Li Yuanzhi was the wife of Yushi Zhongcheng Cui Yao who died of illness three years ago.
In the front hall, Pei Yu stood covered in blood under the moonlight. He waited for her for fourteen years, from the age of eight until she was twenty-two, until the whole world was in his hands, and until the injury on her left hand was so deep that the bones were visible. He looked at her, his voice trembling: "How long are you planning to stay this time?"
In the west wing room, Cui Yao looked at the purse in her hand with red eyes. It was a relic that he put into his dead wife's coffin with his own hands, but it was warm at the moment and was held in her palm. He asked: "Who are you anyway?"
She opened her mouth and found that she couldn't give an answer.
Because she doesn't know either.
Her timeline is messed up. Eight years old, fifteen years old, eighteen years old, twenty-two years old - she appeared again and again at the most important points in Pei Yu's life, and left without saying goodbye again and again. But this time, not only did she come back, she also became Cui Yao's wife.
Bronze key, east wing, hand-engraved "The door is always open" on the door.
Indigo purse, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the always warm honey water before going to bed.
Two men, two kinds of waiting. One has been waiting for fourteen years, and the other has been waiting for three years.
And she doesn't even know who she is.
But she knows one thing -
According to history books, Pei Yu will die two years later, and the murderer will be the assassin tonight.
And the assassin's knife was already raised in advance because of her.
Running in both directions × red and white roses × time travel × Machiavellian sadomasochism
Intention: Time never answers, but it remembers every stay, every departure, every hesitation and every hand held.