There was a debt from a past life. In this life, it would be repaid.
The fiercest girl in Qingyu Town married the most spineless young master in town. The moment she crossed the threshold, she took charge: setting rules, sorting out the accounts, and digging up old business. He protested, but his eyes softened first.
Yet something much older lay buried beneath this marriage. Every night, she dreamed of snow, firelight, and the sound of a plucked string that pursued her relentlessly. Every night, he dreamed of snow, a retreating figure, and a pair of eyes he could never make out.
They each carried their own pain, neither able to explain why. But both pains came from the same source.
Fate is beyond our control, but our choices are our own.
Theme: Letting go is not the same as forgiving.
