By the time Xie Ruo’an realized he had mistaken me for someone else, I was already his wife, three months with child.
That night, the eldest young master, always so dignified and composed, got drunk.
He looked at me for a long time, then sighed.
“Very well.
Let things stay as they are.”
And so I spent my whole life as the Marchioness of Xie.
I alone shared his bed, adorned in pearls and jade.
Everything seemed perfect.
Yet whenever I woke from dreams in the middle of the night, I remembered the stillness in Xie Ruo’an’s eyes that evening.
There had been no joy in them.
No dislike, either.
A twist of fate had kept him from marrying the girl he loved.
So he accepted it, and spent the better part of his life quietly by my side.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he came to ask for my hand.
Lavish gifts filled the hall with gold and jade.
I refused the marriage and told him calmly, “My lord, you have the wrong woman.”
