Bo Xiyuan was only twenty-nine when he died. Many people came to his funeral, but his husband was the only one who didn't.
Everyone said their marriage was a formality, that Ji Dongran had only married Bo Xiyuan after the Bo family fell on hard times to repay their kindness.
But no one knew that in the quiet hours of every night afterward, Ji Dongran would sit by Bo Xiyuan's grave and weep uncontrollably.
Many years later, Ji Dongran gave an interview. The reporter asked if there was anything in his life he deeply regretted.
He lowered his eyes and gave a bitter smile.
"Maybe it's that he'll never know I love him."
The report spread across the country. Netizens speculated about who this "him" was, but few thought of Bo Xiyuan, who had died years earlier.
Then Ji Dongran woke from a nap to find himself back thirty years in the past, at the time when he and Bo Xiyuan had just married.
The young master, who had been through the destruction of his family and seen the coldness of human nature, was prickly all over, yet had saved one soft spot just for him. But Ji Dongran had been too slow to notice, and pushed him away step by step.
By the time he finally realized the truth, it was already too late.
Ji Dongran smoothed the furrow in Bo Xiyuan's brow, still tense even in sleep, and couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face.
He was grateful to Heaven for letting him be reborn, giving him a chance to make things right at last.
Bo Xiyuan is the bottom
Ji Dongran is the top
Main story from the bottom's perspective
A bit of melodramatic wish-fulfillment. The top is reborn.
Theme: Love life
