A simple story, with no one right or wrong. It was just that when I loved him, he did not love me.
I thought I could be like every woman who transmigrated, endure hardship and eventually find happiness, spending the rest of my days with him beneath the flowers and the moon.
Sadly, I guessed the beginning but not the ending. In the end, he was not the man meant for me.
Heaven took pity on me, and I was reborn to walk the mortal world once more. But how could a heart blinded by hatred ever let go of killing?
Older woman-younger man romances are hard enough, and having one after transmigrating to ancient times makes it all the more difficult. Come see the history of love and conflict between an ancient-era old maid and her enchanting younger men...
