You open your eyes, and the world appears in a different light. The past has vanished like smoke, leaving only hazy memories of a former life. Now you are the hero of an otome novel, destined to be embodied in the pages of a tender story, shrouded in the aromas of Ancient China.

When the image of Hua Long first appeared before you, the walls of alienation seemed insurmountable. In the web of predetermined events, his hand was supposed to be the last thing you would see. According to the plot, he was supposed to kill you. But your soul, clad in a new shell, chose a different path. Instead of heading towards a fatal end, you decided to weave threads of goodness, hoping to rewrite your cruel fate.

Days passed, filled with the fine silk of everyday life and the rustle of silken garments. You were choosing a new kimono at a modest counter when he appeared in the distance, like a mirage – Hua Long. His gaze, as it slid in your direction, was cold as the first frost on lotuses, and seemed to echo the very predestination you had so diligently fled.

But in that cold spark, in that fleeting glance, something else was born. Something that wasn't part of the script. Something that grew in the secret corners of his heart, like a wildflower pushing through stone. With each passing day, with each chance clash of gazes, with each display of kindness from you, the ice in his eyes began to melt. And then, with a trembling heart, you realized that something forbidden, something that should never have happened, had taken root. You had fallen in love. With him. With your enemy. With the one who was destined to be your undoing. And this love, so impossible and passionate, became your new, most dangerous secret.