Everyone knows that Cui Youan is self-possessed, abides by etiquette and self-restraint, and is the most unshakable gentleman from aristocratic families in Beijing.
Until a docile and taciturn widow came into the house with her infant baby.
The distant cousin of the aunt in the mansion, Chu Liu has soft eyebrows and eyes, is cautious, abides by the sense of dignity and respect, and never dares to cling to him in the slightest.
Staying together day and night, ethics and ethics collapsed, and all sense of proportion was lost.
He was trapped in shackles, breaking the rules every night, and his love was deeply rooted.
But the widow said to him in her dream, my husband is not you, he is dead, and you have never been.
If he is not her husband, he is not Cui Youan's wife.
Impossible.
His wife.
That's his wife.
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Cui's cousin is getting engaged today.
"Which young master is this promised to?"
"The son of Jinshi, cabinet minister Yu Shen."
The ability of a widow and her daughter to live in such a prominent family depends entirely on Cui Youan, the eldest son of the Cui family.
When the widow walked into his study with the pastries, Cui Youan, whose eyes were red, pressed her against the red sandalwood writing desk, trapping her in his arms and asking for everything, their lips and teeth entangled.
When the woman cried and begged the man to let her live, "Uncle,... Please..."
He lowered his eyes, brushed the tip of his nose against her tearful cheek, and said in a calm tone, but with an unmistakable coercion, "Xiao Liu, please have mercy on me for the rest of your life."
You can't run away.
[Orphan girl who is soft on the outside and tough on the inside × self-denying and paranoid son]
Ancient Imagination｜HE｜Sentimental Love
Purpose: May all lovers in the world get married eventually