Yun Lan was born beautiful, with snow-white skin, rosy cheeks, and a sweet, alluring charm.
At fifteen, the heir to the title took a fancy to her. Ignoring all objections, he had her carried into his manor in a sedan chair and made her his secondary consort.
On her wedding day, everyone said her good fortune had finally arrived. Yun Lan thought so too.
For the first few days after the wedding, the heir doted on her constantly and never left her side. But even the most beautiful woman can lose her appeal. In less than half a month, her good fortune ran out.
Because of her lowly birth, Yun Lan had grown up timid and meek, gentle and yielding. Once the heir found a new favorite, she, the manor's only mistress, was treated worse than the servants in the blink of an eye.
One day, a servant deliberately smashed the flowers in her room. As night fell, Yun Lan cleaned up in tears. Suddenly, someone climbed over the manor wall under cover of darkness and quietly slipped into her room.
"Such delicate hands weren't made for chores like these." The man's warm palm caressed her tender skin. He leaned close to her ear, breathing against it as he coaxed her softly, "Beautiful one, he doesn't cherish you. Let me cherish you instead."
Her mind went blank.
Yun Lan recognized that voice.
At the heir's birthday banquet, there had been a man dressed in white as pure as snow, his cool, aloof features like those of an immortal from the heavens. In Yun Lan's eyes, he was someone so lofty and untouchable that one glance from afar was enough to make her feel he was beyond her reach.
The heir had once whispered in her ear, "That man is my cousin. He looks like an immortal, but he's a notorious devil who loves tormenting people. If you ever see him, stay far away and don't provoke him. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you..."
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Lu Chengyan once saved a young woman's life. When she offered to repay him, he acted like a gentleman for the first time and told her she owed him nothing.
They met again at her wedding.
Watching that vivid red figure held in someone else's arms, he learned for the first time what it meant to regret something too late.
Heaven might not favor them, but it didn't matter. He had always relied on his own methods.
He had plenty of ways to make her his again.
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Before she drowned in the desolate, bleak winter, someone gave her the entire spring she had once missed.
[Note:]
1. Neither of them is remotely normal.
2. The highest moral standard is not breaking the law.
3. Written on a whim.
[The plot takes priority over all logic]
--2022.9.23
Theme: No matter when, you should take your fate into your own hands. Have the courage and resolve to change your circumstances and move toward a better future.