Perhaps it was a bond from a past life, perhaps a connection destined for the next. We were fated to meet in this life by mistake--
A modern-day junior editor who never believed in transmigration found herself in a tragedy one day.
Transmigrating was one thing, but she ended up as a... village woman in a thatched hut!? It felt like a thousand damn horses stampeded past her--
Being a village woman in a thatched hut was bad enough, but she lost her innocence on the very first day after transmigrating! What was she supposed to make of that? Why would fate treat her this way?
The man left without a word the next day, leaving behind only a letter?
After waiting in the thatched hut for three months, she ran out of patience. No, she was going to find him!
The world was vast, but where could she go? She'd gone to all the trouble of transmigrating, so it would be a terrible waste to spend her whole life holed up in a thatched hut. What if he never came back? She might as well venture into the martial world!
Her wild adventures in the martial world brought one romantic encounter after another, until at last she was caught up in a battle for love. Where should she go from here?
Through passing years and dreams, back to the winding riverbank, watching fireworks bloom beneath the full moon.
A few sighs, lifetimes of joy and sorrow. How ridiculous that I thought I could master my fate, not leave it to Heaven.
Hahaha, I just looked at it without saying anything.