My husband is an immortal revered by all.
But at first, I didn't know who he was. When I found him by the river, he was unconscious.
Later, with Grandpa, Grandma, blue skies, and white clouds as our witnesses, we got married.
During our first year of marriage, my husband and I loved and trusted each other completely. The only thing troubling us was that we had no children.
One day, a crowd came to my home. They killed Grandpa and Grandma and took my husband away. I was devastated, and blood kept flowing from beneath me. Oh, it turned out I'd lost my child.
I waited a long time. At last, my husband came back, but he had become so quiet that he seemed like a different person.
Just when I thought our days would go back to how they were, his sword pierced my chest. Blood dripped onto the ground. The last thing I saw was him expressionlessly wiping his beloved sword.
The ground was cold. My consciousness was fading, and all I could hear was someone saying, "Congratulations, Immortal Venerable, on returning from your tribulation."
Oh, so he was an Immortal Venerable. He wasn't my husband, and I wasn't his wife. I was merely one of the trials of love he had to endure.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day, one year earlier, when he and I got married.
Looking at him, his eyes filled with me, I felt nothing. That night, I killed him.
His expression shifted from disbelief to loud laughter. "Good. You came back too."
Note: The main text is written in third person.
The heroine's name comes from a Song dynasty lyric by Yan Jidao: "Among the silk-clad crowds, one would rather climb high."
The hero's name comes from a Song dynasty lyric by He Zhu: "Flying clouds drift over Henggao at dusk."
Added on 2024.5.31
Theme: Break through adversity
