She married in her sister's place, becoming the wife of a man from a family long at odds with her own. The moment Xiao Qiao stepped into the bridal sedan, she had already prepared herself for a life of loneliness. As she had expected, Wei Shao didn't show up to escort his bride; the wedding was rushed, and the day after the marriage, she was to be sent to his hometown. She thought the two of them would spend their lives in a state of "respectful coldness", like ice between them-until misfortune struck again and again. She was abducted by bandits-he led troops to rescue her, slaughtering an enemy city in fury. She was framed by her mother-in-law-he stepped forward to defend her, rebuking his mother to protect his wife. "You really are a calamity." "Whom did I bring calamity to?" "To my heart." But Xiao Qiao knew very well: the one who stirred his heart was her, but the one who truly held it was someone else. And yet, since her feelings had come this far, even if it meant being a moth flying into the flame, she could no longer turn back.