The border dyed red by the beacon fire is a pile of blood and corpses. The only people in Haiyan River who are clear are the dignitaries covered in jewels under the red walls and high tiles in the capital city. In her previous life, Jian Nanmeng was a charming young lady who was well protected by a deep house. When she got married, she was a beautiful woman who was protected by her husband's family. The love between husband and wife is deep, and all the worries are just trivial matters and "if a girl with a different surname married him, would she be as loving as him?"
Once she died of illness, she returned to the age of fifteen or sixteen. She was forced to be involved in a fierce torrent. She thought she could protect the children and the family with her own strength, but her family was ruined. She thought she could look at the suffering with cold eyes, but she couldn't help but become a kind-hearted Clay Bodhisattva. The man looked at her and smiled and said, "There are too many people you want to protect."
Everything in the world that she knew clearly but pretended not to exist if she didn't see it in her previous life was taking turns to be played out in front of Jian Nanmeng's eyes. As she went around, she connected with many people, forming bonds that she never had in her previous life. She wanted to cut off everything with this body. But the man stopped her, smiled innocently and asked her to accompany him, refusing to let her go.
In her previous life, Jian Nanmeng had always wondered whether Xu Shao was the one who needed her. In this life, she met someone who liked her for no reason but also wanted her. She refused to accept it. She couldn't avoid it and couldn't afford to offend him, so she could only live a life of make do. But she still often thinks of the dull days in her previous life, as if it were a good dream. There were no fights, no plots, no traps, just the faint yellow plum blossoms blooming just right under the white wall.
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Intention: I must be you