On the day I died, Xiao Xu was about to make another woman his empress.
He came to the Cold Palace, hoping I would swallow my pride and yield to him. What greeted him was only my ice-cold corpse.
For reasons no one could explain, Xiao Xu broke down. He did one deranged thing after another, and every day he wept blood before my grave.
In the end, he got his wish and was reborn a thousand years later.
In the twenty-first century, Xiao Xu and I were classmates.
He was still dazzling. Still exceptional.
He was looking for me.
But he didn’t know that I had been reborn too, with all my memories intact.