Li Yiyue died on the night of the palace coup.
The executioner asked her husband to choose between her and her cousin.
And her childhood sweetheart husband chose her delicate and pitiful cousin without blinking an eye.
You should have expected this, right?
The sharp sword penetrated her heart fiercely, and blood spurted out and sprinkled on the white snow.
She fell down unwillingly, staring at their departing figures with her eyes, and finally closed her eyes with only despair and regret.
When she opened her eyes again, it was like waking up from a dream, and she was back ten years ago.
Nothing has happened yet.
So what will she choose this time?
Intention: inspired by feelings