At the age of sixteen, Ying Shi’s childhood sweetheart and fiancé died in battle. She wiped away her tears and married into the Liang family, holding her fiancé’s memorial tablet. In the prime of her youth, she willingly donned mourning clothes and embraced a life of widowhood. Unexpectedly, six years later, her supposedly deceased husband returned alive and well. He came back with the wife he had married during his amnesiac wanderings, bringing along their child, a sight that filled others with envy. Her misplaced devotion had turned her into a laughingstock in the eyes of the world. —— When she opened her eyes again, Ying Shi found herself back in time, to the day after she had married into the Liang family with Liang Ji’s memorial tablet! The Liang family was the foremost among noble clans, with strict rules of propriety. Unless she died, there was no way for her to leave the Liang household. In this life, after much contemplation, Ying Shi set her sights on the man who would one day hold immense power in the court— · That night, under the dim light of the Buddhist hall, the young girl, with her delicate and soft figure, her tearful eyes like rippling waves, fainted into the arms of her deceased husband’s eldest brother, the head of the Liang family. “Eldest Brother, is it true that Third Brother will never return? Then what about me… what will become of me in the future…” [Male Lead’s Perspective] Liang Yun was like the snow atop a high mountain—noble, pure, and selfdisciplined. He was a gentleman from a prestigious family, revered by all and unattainable to countless women. The matriarch had only tentatively asked if he would be willing to take on the responsibility of continuing the third branch’s lineage in place of his younger brother, never expecting that her traditionally rigid eldest grandson would agree to such an absurd request. To her surprise, after a moment of silence, Liang Yun quietly consented to this outrageous matter. · Initially, he only wanted to protect her and ensure her lifelong peace on behalf of his brother, even if it meant remaining a man hidden in the shadows. He thought he would simply leave her with a child, a token of remembrance. (Not!) But as time went on, he fell deeper and deeper, sinking further into the abyss of his emotions. In countless damp and feverish nights, he would repeatedly kiss her lips and ask, “Between me and my brother, who do you love more?” Related Stories: Transmigrated into the Role of a DumbedDown Female Supporting Character in an Apocalyptic Novel My Mom is a Amnesiac Heiress Live At The M*rder Scene The Qing Dynasty Consort Who Only Wants to Be a Salted Fish