Qiao Wan. Those who know her well call her Wanwan. True to her name, she is a gentle and graceful woman.
In the eyes of the world, she has a noble family background, exceptional talent, and an outstanding husband. Her life ought to have been smooth, filled with wealth and glory. Yet for some reason, she takes her own life in the prime of her youth.
No one knows that she comes from the modern world, from a prosperous age. Even fewer know what kind of pride lies beneath her gentle exterior.
She struggles in this feudal era, trying to fight her way toward a brighter future. It seems she succeeds, but in the end she realizes it was all self-deception.
No one has done anything wrong. Her family and her husband are beyond reproach, and yet she is still caught in a gentle cage, unable to escape and with no one to save her.
So she fights back with death, wielding her own end as a weapon. In the final moments of her life, she sees her former self: steadfast and independent, with a bright smile and a radiant future. She could shine brilliantly all on her own.
She hears herself say, "Keep moving forward. Don't look back. You don't need to feel guilty or doubt yourself. Take bold steps. Your salvation isn't behind you, but ahead."
A transmigrated heroine who seems gentle but is actually proud x a male lead who is a native of ancient times
A somewhat sentimental story, written to indulge the author's tastes. The whole thing is complete, so enjoy without worry.
Recommended new story next door, Sword Cultivator Doesn't Want to Grind Anymore!:
That year, two rare geniuses appeared in the world, each seen only once in a thousand years: Si Huanyan was born with a sword bone, while Ci Sui possessed a perfectly clear sword heart.
The debate over which of them was stronger became a favorite topic among cultivators across the Nine Provinces.
That year, the Demon King plunged the world into chaos, and the two were trapped in a secret realm. When it opened again, the world learned that Si Huanyan had fallen, her sword bone had been transferred, and Ci Sui had become an immortal.
The debate over who was stronger ended, replaced by endless regret in people's hearts and suspicions they dared not voice.
Some said the two had fought a fair duel, and Ci Sui had escaped by stepping over Si Huanyan's corpse.
Others said Si Huanyan had acted out of righteousness and given the chance to survive to Ci Sui, who was capable of ending the war.
All kinds of rumors spread, but no one knew that Ci Sui's sword heart had shattered and he had sealed himself inside his immortal abode.
"She hates me," Ci Sui murmured. "She wouldn't die for my sake."
Those words sustained him for the next eighteen years.
Reborn, Si Huanyan dodges his regretful gaze, but can't pull her wrist free from his tight grip.
"I don't hate you. Back then, I only hated myself."
"But if even you don't hate me, what do I have left in your heart?"
This time, Ci Sui conceals his sharp edges and puts on a show of weakness and vulnerability. He plots his every step, all to make her turn back and bind her soul to him for life.
Theme: Loving yourself
