On the day before she died in her previous life, Wen Qingyu was granted in marriage to Qin Xian, who was about to be exiled to the frontier.
She never even saw him before she breathed her last.
Reborn, Wen Qingyu still thought that he had once been trapped alongside her, helpless as fish on a chopping board.
She couldn't trust him yet.
When she was down on her luck, she huddled in a ruined temple, shivering as she cast a sidelong glance at Qin Xian, who wore a mask and said nothing.
He was clad in armor, snow and wind clinging to his sleeves, and coldness radiated from him.
Only the palm he held out to her
was warmer than the midsummer sun.
[The heroine isn't fat, and she's sweet and beautiful. The hero isn't ugly, and he's handsome and strong.]
[She thought he was a rookie, but it turned out he was a pro. The princess asks through tears, is it still in time to cling to his leg?]
The haughty, pampered princess turns into a timid little softie the second she meets a powerful protector. When survival is at stake, who cares about saving face?
A soft, adorable little princess who loves food to death VS a young general whose whole vibe changes the second he takes off his mask
P.S. Set in a fictional world, very fictional. Don't overthink the details; there's no logic.
The heroine is reborn.
The author is pitiful, so please don't dig through the rankings or make personal attacks. Thank you, everyone (fists cupped).
