Chi Wenliang’s stepmother hid her chronic illness from her and married her off to Shen Huaiche, the sickly heir of the Marquis of Chang’an’s household.
Before they could even enter the bridal chamber, Shen Huaiche fainted from exhaustion, and Chi Wenliang’s heart condition flared up.
But in truth, this farce was a silent protest they both understood.
Knowing he had little time left, Shen Huaiche didn’t want to burden a woman by making her a widow.
Chi Wenliang, too, refused to become a caged bird, forced to curl up in a corner.
They had thought their nominal marriage, empty of any real relationship, would simply muddle along. But then everything changed.
After the maid by Shen Huaiche’s side fell into the water, she suddenly seemed like a different person, becoming vivacious and full of life. His heart gradually began to open.
Meanwhile, as Chi Wenliang gazed at the towering walls and spring blossoms, the smile on her lips grew brighter.
Outside the walls, a carefree young man made no secret of his boldness, stirring her heart.
Summoning her courage, Chi Wenliang said, “Young master, please wait. Would you like to admire the moon with me?”
Wanqi Lanyue raised an eyebrow, playing coy. “It’s broad daylight. Where’s the moon?”
Chi Wenliang scoffed and glanced at the hand wrapped tightly around her waist. “Then let go of me.”
Wanqi Lanyue lifted her in his arms and drew her close. “Spring is the perfect season for admiring flowers.”
