President Ximen, Madam Azao Did Nothing Wrong

For ten years, the wind blew across Ximen Bridge, dispersing the mist but never the scar in Shen Zao's heart.

Everyone said Ximen Bridge was a bridge of destined love, but only Shen Zao knew it was the grave of her love.

She wagered her entire youth on him turning back just once. In the end, she lost so badly that even her name became taboo.

“Shen Zao, good morning.”

Those were the last words he ever said to her, and the sharpest blade in every sleepless night of the rest of her life.