Memories of the Past

In both her past and present lives, she has been in this man's hands, hurt and used by him. Just when she finally sees the truth and wants to turn back, the person she has kept buried deep in her heart is already gone. All her efforts to keep her heart closed have come to nothing. How can she bear the pain of having loved and endured for so long?!

A thousand years ago, Huangfu Yuxin, the daughter of a great general, was the consort of Nangong Rui, but the man she loved with all her heart was not him. She could give her body to Nangong Rui, but she couldn't let go of the man in her heart. At last, just as she was willing to bury that man deep within her, she discovered, to her bitter amusement, that he had only been using her. So be it. If that was the case, she had nothing to feel guilty about.

Perhaps to repay the love she had borne in her previous life, a thousand years later Qianhe, Huangfu Yuxin's reincarnation, fell in love once more with the man from her past life, Nangong Rui, now Shen Mo. Each one was more unreliable than the last. Her previous life had been tragic enough, and then her next life turned out even worse: on the eve of her wedding, her groom-to-be ran off with the bridesmaid. This kind of absurd soap-opera plot was actually happening to her. She might as well die.

And now there's the Twin Rebirth Curse. Which bastard put it on her, making her wish she were dead? She keeps transmigrating back and forth between a thousand years ago and a thousand years later. Is it not enough that she's already miserable? Why keep throwing surprises at her? What?! He isn't Shao Mo? Then where is Shao Mo?

Despair. She's miserable and unlucky, and she's accepted that she's fated to be a sacrificial pawn. But why do they have to keep missing each other? Doesn't he know that some people, once missed, are lost for a lifetime?!

“Are you really sure you want to marry me?” he asked, his eyes shining with uncertain delight.

“Mm.” She drained her coffee in one gulp and answered absentmindedly.

“Um... you're not marrying me just so you can divorce me, are you?”

Pfft! A mouthful of rich black coffee ruined his expensive silver suit. Xiao Wenruo sighed helplessly. Of course he couldn't expect her to be kind enough to make him happy.

Stay together or miss each other: their fates had long since become a tangled mess, impossible to sort out or explain. Who was whose wound, who was whose pain? What did it matter?! Heaven had destined them to be together. Whether they tormented or cherished each other was up to them.