The babble is gentle and gentle, and the spring rain in March touches my heart. Compassion for the moon and autumn, if the plum blossoms stand proudly in the snow in the deep winter... I seem to remember that year, he once said to me with his shining eyes that eclipsed the golden glory, seven years ago in the rain, the peach blossoms fell in your long hair, and under the saucer-like eyelashes, there were deep pupils that had already fallen for me. Perhaps, from then on, there was a life-long bond between us...
Why? Why did God give her such a beautiful face but ask her to endure such a bad fate? A father who was addicted to gambling personally destroyed the family she loved and ruined her promising future. Faced with marrying a bald half-century-old boss who was engaged in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, she resolutely chose to end her life by jumping off a building. When she wakes up again, facing a world she has never experienced before, how should she survive? Is it the entangled feelings in the past life, or is it the infringement of the noble and arrogant prince in another life? He is the bandit leader who is completely outrageous and will not pay for his life, or he is the cold and lonely Nineteenth Prince. Is it a sad love that is exploited to the extreme, or is it a plaything in the pocket of a political marriage? A ridiculous surrogate marriage kicks off a sad conspiracy to fight for the heir apparent.