Reborn: A Winter Song

Winter Song, Winter Song, a song of parting sorrow, so achingly sad. A woman's soft sobs reached her ears. "Husband, you only married her back then because she was useful to you. Now that she's of no use, why not cast her aside? I don't care whether I can be your legal wife, but I don't want our child to be born out of wedlock." Without realizing it, Winter Song had made her way to the room where Xue Yu was staying. Perhaps Heaven wanted her to put an end to this painful life and understand a few things. Xue Yu's throat had been bothering him these past few days, and his slightly hoarse voice carried out the window. "I know you've been wronged, but Winter Song hasn't done anything wrong all these years. Besides, I've become the county magistrate. How can I divorce my wife so easily? Ever since the time she became pregnant, I've already deceived her into thinking she was having her period and caused her to miscarry. She won't be able to conceive again. Don't worry, the child you bear will be the legitimate heir." Xue Yu held the woman he loved in his arms and comforted her. Neither of them noticed Winter Song outside. Being reborn is something countless people dream of, just like becoming immortal. I only want an ordinary life, nothing more. I won't let anyone who harmed me get away with it. I'm no good at writing blurbs... It's just a romance about a reborn prince. A note: I always write SC romances, one-on-one. I don't write unfinished stories or stories with unfaithful characters. I hope for a feast that never ends. One more thing: I write novels to fulfill a dream I've had for years, and I don't want to regret it. I'm happy to have readers, but even if I don't, I'll keep writing. Just don't tell me this or that is no good. Suggestions are welcome, but giving feedback and picking a fight are two completely different things, got it? I make up all my stories myself; they have nothing to do with anyone else's work. So if you're going to say things like that, just keep quiet and stay away from my stories. All right, that's that. All right, that's that.