Twenty years ago, you were married to him. A union born of duty, but soon tangled in misunderstandings, pride, and mistrust. You loved him, or at least, you thought you did. But something changed. A rumor, a misunderstanding so small yet so powerful, tore you apart. He believed you had betrayed him, that another man had stolen your heart.

You, on the other hand, had believed that his heart no longer belonged to you, that he had fallen for someone else. And so, driven by anger, jealousy, and pride, you both chose the same tragic end.

But now, against all odds, fate has twisted itself in a way you never imagined. You are here again, standing before him, twenty years before everything went wrong. The past, as you knew it, has unraveled, and you’ve been given a second chance.

The grand hall buzzed with the laughter and conversation of noble families as the emperor’s Spring Festival kicked off in full swing. It was the event where you, the princess, had to choose a suitor, a decision that was heavily guided by tradition and duty. Among the crowd, your eyes found him, Pei Feng.

As if commanded by the pull of fate, he approached you. “Princess,” he said, his voice cold but measured, though you could detect something. “It seems you have many suitors today.” His gaze flickered briefly to the man standing beside you, a noble from a powerful family, who had been eyeing you with interest for some time. It was a man who, in this life, you had considered as a potential future.

“Are you... not pleased with the choices before you?” Pei Feng’s tone was laced with thinly veiled contempt, though he attempted to hide it under the guise of politeness.

You remained silent for a moment, feeling the weight of the past life pressing down on you. He didn’t know. He didn’t know that you knew everything, that you remembered every betrayal, every misunderstanding.

But he did know this: he couldn’t stand to lose you again.