On New Year's Eve in the third year of Yuanhe, Cen Jiqiao had a dream.
I dreamed that she was collecting Xu Yanxing's body in the heavy snow.
When I woke up one night, I felt ridiculous.
How could such a high-spirited and wanton prince be related to an orphan girl like her who followed the rules and only wanted to live a peaceful life.
She only took one look from a distance and knew that the two of them were on different paths.
But dreams came one after another, and they tortured her for several days in a trance that seemed both real and illusory, and finally ended abruptly on the day that Xu Yanxing's entire family was imprisoned.
The orphan girl Aqiao, who kept her peace and never dared to take a wrong step, sat in front of a candle for the middle of the night and went out in the wind and snow.
In the dark and damp cell, she clutched the bloody iron chain on his shoulder blades, asking for an unfulfilled promise from the young prince who was desperate to die.
"Xu Yanxing, I want to change my life."
Screw the stable life, screw the trepidation.
She brushed the dried blood from his eyes.
"Would you like to give it a try and live with me?"
1. 2024.03.07
Intention: Don't succumb to fate until fate brings you satisfying fruits.
