Weaving Silken Threads from Cocoons

(This was poorly written. Planned rewrite: January 2027.)

Xia Shuwan decided to marry the prime minister, the man who had killed her father.

On her wedding day, the person who came to arrange her hair was none other than the heir, Mu Qingxuan.

It had only been half a month since she had escaped from him.

"What do you mean by this, my lord?"

"My mother told me that if you arrange a woman's hair on her wedding day, it means you wish her and her husband to love each other and stay together until their hair turns white."

As his words fell, a warm, damp kiss brushed her lips, sweetly scented. Xia Shuwan tasted a familiar flavor and stared at him in horror. "You... What did you use?!"

"When you were in my arms, Wan, didn't you once ask what was in my heart? Now I'll tell you..."

When the groom hurried over, all he saw was the two of them in the room, their hair entwined together.

That day, a bridal carriage that was supposed to head to the prime minister's residence set out in a grand procession from the palace and went straight to the heir's residence. The magnificent procession had no groom in sight, while inside the cramped bridal sedan, the two clung tightly to each other.

"Wan, didn't you say you wanted to be my wife?"

"I was the one who sent you away, Wan. So of course I should be the one to bring you back."

"How am I supposed to make up for all the days you left me alone in an empty room, Wan?"

Xia Shuwan couldn't understand: Wasn't I the one who was drugged back then? Why does this heir seem even worse off than me?

A woman who keeps her distance from strangers and friends alike x a sickly, tsundere man who keeps his feelings bottled up

Theme: Your heart will lead you to the person you truly love