In the freezing cold, with howling wind and snow, the colors that are extremely rare elsewhere are still present in front of the Yu family's flower hall. Dense layers of red plum blossoms bloom everywhere along the branches. Occasionally, a cold wind will blow away the flowers on the branches, causing them to fall and the petals mixed with frost and snow to drift to the ground, like a sudden rain of flowers falling from the sky, which is quite stunning.
Yu Qianqian stood alone under the tree, gazing at the scene before her. Her eyes were bright, her face slightly flushed, and memories of the past gradually surfaced in her mind. Back when she was young, her parents would always stand by, chatting and laughing, watching her run around with a group of mischievous monkeys.
Yu Changxiao once said, "Madam, I have spent most of my life fighting on the battlefield. I am lucky to have survived each time. In my opinion, it is better not to let our daughter follow in my footsteps. A girl should be gentle and quiet. If she learns to be like me, always shouting and fighting, what decent family would dare to want her?"
Her mother, however, looked at everything with a smile in her eyes, saying, "I just want my daughter to live a carefree life every day; it doesn't matter what others think."
Time flies, and so much time has passed. Everything in this courtyard is still the same familiar scene as before. Unfortunately, she doesn't know how happy Yu Qianqian was back then.
It turns out that the person who truly loves you never asks for a response, they just hope that you are doing well. It turns out that she ultimately did not follow her parents' wishes. What has she been doing all these years? Becoming stronger for hatred, going mad for her lover, but never following her own heart, never living for herself even once.
When the entire Yu clan was slaughtered, the vast General's Mansion was filled with 108 lives. Apart from herself, not a single person survived. She witnessed the scene of corpses strewn across the land. At that time, all she could think about was revenge, and she almost never considered matters of love. She always thought that Mu Beichen shared the same thoughts as her and that she had only agreed to the marriage to weigh the pros and cons. Later, when he confided in her alone, she realized that it was not manipulation, but genuine affection. Because of hatred, she had hidden too many secrets in her heart. Knowing that she would not have a good end, she dared not have too much contact with him. She thought that as long as she held onto her true feelings, she would not encounter a dilemma.
If this series of events hadn't happened, if she hadn't met Mu Beichen, she might have continued living in hatred, spending her long life in a daze. But if that had happened, she might never have had the chance to taste love and be loved.
Through the branches, leaves, flowers, and snow, she vaguely saw a red figure running from not far away. The falling snow blocked her view, but her gaze still followed it closely. The snow had just stopped not long ago, and there was no sound of wind or grass around. Even the occasional footsteps could be heard clearly.
Today, Mu Bei was wearing a red fur robe. Under the direct sunlight, his skin appeared smooth and fair, and his features were exquisite. His bewitching peach blossom eyes glanced at her and followed her gaze, his steps quickening.
She waited quietly, watching him walk towards her. When their eyes met, a gloomy look immediately appeared on his face. "Your health isn't good to begin with, what are you doing here all of a sudden? Are you afraid you won't get sick?"
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