A derivative of "The Count of Monte Cristo", Edmond Dantes × Mercedes Herrera.
[Written in front]: I haven't read the whole book yet, and I like Aimee so much. One night, late at night, inspiration came to me, and I cut myself into pieces while typing passionately. I don't have much cultural literacy and can't write with the flavor of the original work, and the tone of the translation is nondescript, very garrulous, and my writing style is rough.
The ending is not the direction of the original work. It is a good ending in which the two parties reunite by chance many years later. It contains too many clichéd scenes, so please forgive me.
Also, note the character collapse.
Intention: If you loved Young Master Han at that time, your bones would be buried in ashes and you would never stop hating him.