Lin Shuxiang was merely the daughter of a modest family, mild-mannered and unremarkable, with no name to speak of in the capital, where the powerful were everywhere.
Who would have thought that an old letter containing a childhood betrothal agreement would allow her to marry Bai Huajing, the current commander of the Imperial Guards?
But how could a marriage forced upon them ever be harmonious?
After a year of marriage, the two treated each other with icy courtesy.
Her husband was peerlessly handsome, yet cold and unfeeling. He was nowhere to be seen during the day, only coming to her room at night. The faint sounds from behind the bed curtains each night were their only communication.
She didn't want to be treated with such coldness by her husband, but she also feared his endless demands at night.
Yet for the sake of her family, whose fortunes were steadily declining, and her parents, who needed precious medicinal tonics to stay alive, she could only endure it.
One day, her parents passed away.
With nothing left to hold her back, Lin Shuxiang immediately submitted a letter of divorce.
After all, she had never been worthy of marrying into such a prestigious family in the first place.
She left the capital and returned to her family's ancestral home, where she unexpectedly met a distant cousin.
Ji Hexuan was as gentle as jade, as bright as the moon, and didn't mind her past in the least.
He was the husband she'd dreamed of since she was a young girl.
Luckily, it wasn't too late. They wouldn't miss their chance.
But on the day they planned to go on a spring outing, her carriage accidentally plunged off a cliff.
When she woke again, she'd lost all her memories. She only remembered having had a failed marriage, then meeting a good man. They had spent their days together and were about to marry.
The man sitting beside her bed looked at her with unfathomably deep eyes.
"A good man? That's right. We're about to marry, and we'll never part for all eternity."
"The former husband you're afraid of? Oh, his name is Ji Hexuan. He's your distant cousin. You married the wrong man back then."
"Me? Bai Huajing, commander of the Imperial Guards. I happen to have a little influence, and I won't let that former husband of yours bother you again."
Bai Huajing was an Imperial Guard who had spent years walking along the edge of a blade. He was ruthless, decisive, and merciless.
He had never imagined he would marry a woman like her.
She came from a lowly background and could do nothing for him. She was gentle and beautiful, like a porcelain doll that might break at any moment.
He disdained her, yet found her fascinating.
In his eyes, a delicate, fragile woman like her belonged confined to a private residence, his secret captive, hidden from the world.
He loved seeing her curled up helplessly in his arms, unable to move, looking utterly miserable after he'd tormented her.
And she was the only one he wanted to see that way.
But one day, she actually asked for a divorce.
He assumed she was only throwing a temporary tantrum and would soon return from her family home.
Who could have known she'd dare to carry on with someone else, and lose her memory on top of that?
It was only after she lost her memory and spoke with innocent confusion that Bai Huajing learned he was merely the former husband she feared and wanted nothing more than to escape.
The one she loved was someone else.
No matter. The Imperial Guards were experts at turning truth into lies and manipulating people's hearts.
She and her old flame would never see each other again for the rest of their lives.
[Gentle, insecure heroine × a hero who's madly in love with her but pretends to be cold and indifferent]
One-to-one romance, both leads are each other's first and only, happy ending.
The heroine will regain her memories, and the hero will grovel for her forgiveness.
The second male lead has a significant presence.
Theme: Be an honest person
