Song Nuanyu was sentenced to public humiliation for a grave crime, hanging from the city wall for all to see.
She went without food or water and endured two days beneath the scorching sun, nearly dying.
The day someone rescued her, she saw Fu Qingyi standing not far away.
He was breathtakingly beautiful, with a tall, slender frame.
A veiled hat concealed his face. A thin, translucent white veil hung from its brim all the way to his waist. His presence was gentle and mild, as warm as jade, yet utterly mysterious.
Song Nuanyu knew that from this day forward, he would no longer be her husband.
She had trusted him completely, pitied him, and given him all her heart.
But he had deceived her, hidden the truth from her, and used her. He killed those close to her, cut off every path to survival, slaughtered her people, and destroyed her country.
Fu Qingyi was peerless in martial arts and unfathomably calculating. Everyone obeyed him, and a single word from him could make the whole world tremble.
He seemed kind and gentle, as serene as a clear breeze beneath a bright moon.
In truth, no one was colder or more ruthless and devious.
May we never meet again. Stay away from him, the farther the better. That was what she thought.
Theme: A tiny flame burns on, vying with the sun and moon for brilliance
