In her past life, Yu Lingxi fell from grace and was forced to marry the Regent Prince, Ning Yin.
The man was breathtakingly handsome yet crippled, cruel and paranoid, a murderer of his own kin. What she feared most was the moment he would smile with blood on his hands and call softly, "Lingxi, come here."
Two years after the wedding, Yu Lingxi died suddenly.
After her death, Ning Yin held no funeral, set no mourning hall. Instead, he lost what little reason he had left and drowned the capital in blood.
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When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of fifteen, still the highborn daughter of a powerful general's household, while Ning Yin had yet to become the ruthless regent who ruled above all.
Fueled by hatred, she set out to find and planning to teach him a painful lesson as payback for her past life. But when she saw him pinned down in the mud, about to have his leg broken, she realized how pitiful his past truly was.
Instead of hurting him, she saved him.
With no other choice, Yu Lingxi took the pitiful boy in and tried to raise him into a kind, upright young man.
Yet as time passed, his eyes grew darker and more possessive, as if hiding something dangerous beneath.
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His POV:
At his lowest, Ning Yin was no better than a stray dog, until Yu Lingxi found him, brought him light.
He cleaned his hands of blood, restrained his claws, and tried to become the man she wished for.
But just when he thought he could finally keep her, she smiled gently and said,
"You've grown into a learned and virtuous man. You should return to the palace and claim your title, Your Highness. I have to prepare for my wedding."
The warmth drained from his face. The jade hairpin he had meant to gift her pierced into his palm, drawing blood that dripped down his fingers.
He laughed as he placed the blood-stained ornament in her hair, voice hoarse and trembling on the edge of madness.
"Then let this life of mine be my wedding gift to you."
Yun Qingwu suddenly learned that she was not her biological daughter, and the real daughter returned, her position was in jeopardy.
Fu Siling, the high and mighty ruler of the Fu Group, has a face as noble as jade. It is said that he is cold and ruthless, and decisive in killing.
The private cruise ship is luxurious and elegant. In the floating night, the man's tall back is reflected, and his profile is outstanding.
Yun Qingwu bravely stepped forward and "confessed his true feelings" to Fu Siling.
"Like me?" The man looked back, his eyes floating on her slender waist, and he fiddled with the ring on his finger lazily, "Evidence?"