On a torrential rainy night, Shen Qingtang woke up clutching a blood-stained jade finger. His eighteen-year-old unmarried face was reflected in the mirror. This was the third time she dreamed of her wedding day - when Huo Yan ripped off the wedding silk with a sound, the finger ring under the dark gold military uniform made her palms ache. The young general's eyebrows were as arrogant as before, but before turning around and running to the battlefield in the north, he wiped the rouge from the end of her eyes with his fingertips: "I'm going to show my uncle the joke when I come back tomorrow."
In her previous life, she didn't know until her death that Huo Yansheng used his gun-holding hands to dig out his brother's remains from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, but she was penetrated by a stray bullet in the heart. Now resurrected, she discovered that there was a whole box of blood-soaked candy wrappers hidden in the man's study. They were rose candy wrappers that she had thrown away when she was studying abroad;
During the winter solstice family dinner, the concubine of the Huo family deliberately knocked over the soup cup. When the hot soup was poured on Shen Qingtang, Huo Yansheng grabbed the white porcelain fragments with his bare hands. As blood dripped down her fingers, she finally saw clearly the hideous old scars on his wrists—exactly the same as the ones on the corpse she brought back from her previous life.
"Why are you crying?" He pulled off the bandage as if nothing had happened. "Back then, you fell into the ice lake, and you kept struggling when I fished you out. You accidentally cut it when you came up." The white snow fell outside the window, and Shen Qingtang suddenly remembered the black lacquer coffin placed close to his brother's coffin in the mourning hall in his previous life, and finally understood the silent affection hidden under his arrogance.
Purpose: Fateful struggle and two-way redemption in troubled times