Wrong Marks

Tang Zhaohua never thought in his life that he would meet a man covered in blood in a ruined temple. That day, she gave him a veil wrapped in snow, and he gave her a piece of silver. A matter of clearing things up. But later her father was framed, and she had to find the other party and make a promise in exchange for her father's safety. Three days later, the sedan chair arrived. The third son of the Xie family, who came back from the capital and was notoriously difficult to take care of, decided to marry the sick daughter of the Tang family who was about to get out of trouble. The whole city was wondering what means this poor girl used to climb up the tree. Perhaps only Tang Zhaohua herself knew that in the dim light of the Earth Temple that night, when she was bandaging him, she unintentionally tore open his clothes. Under the collarbone, there was an old scar, exactly the same as the scar on her lost brother on a snowy night in her memory. He wanted to repay the favor. But she wanted to find out what the fire that burned her mother to death and swept away her younger brother ten years ago had to do with the Xie family. The red candle was burning high, he raised his hijab, his eyes were not warm at all: "Thank you Madam, please give me more advice from now on." She raised her eyes and smiled meekly: "Husband, the days are still long." The light shows the shadow, and the snowy night hides the front. In this marriage where everyone has their own agenda, the one who is tempted first loses.