Spring Colors Sent to Nanshu

My husband had a beloved woman in his heart.

She claimed to have transmigrated, behaved strangely every day, and constantly went on about freedom and equality.

The noblewomen of the capital saw her as a menace, while the sons of aristocratic families found her fascinating.

One day, she vanished without a trace. My husband searched for her like a madman, but never found her.

In the fourth year of our marriage, he decided to let go of the past and spend the rest of his life with me. But then she transmigrated back.

While my husband wavered between me and the woman he loved, I had already decided to let him go with grace.

"She overcame every obstacle just to come back and see you. I'll ask for a divorce. We only had a fake marriage to begin with, anyway."

He made a strained promise: "Give me half a month. I'll make sure she's settled and give you an explanation."

I smiled faintly, unmoved by his words.

Because in half a month, my younger brother would come to take me home...