Ji Taoyu, since childhood, had heightened senses compared to others, magnifying any sensation on her body.
A slight spring rain or half a breeze could make her catch a cold easily, earning her the reputation of being delicate.
Fortunately, her parents had planned for this and arranged a marriage early on.
The husband’s family was prominent, and the groom, a scholar, didn’t have deep affection for her, but they treated each other with respect.
People in the village thought it was a good match.
As Ji Taoyu reached the age for marriage, her husband’s family suddenly changed their minds.
She went from being envied to becoming the village’s laughingstock.
Despite her good looks and decent family background, she couldn’t find a suitable match.
Every day, Ji Taoyu faced ridicule, even from the newly arrived, unsociable neighbor who mocked her: “Are you a reincarnation of a crybaby? Can’t live without him?”
Ji Taoyu lowered her gaze, saying, “It’s not that I can’t live without him. It’s just that I can’t find another husband like him.”
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Huo Shu was born in the north, drafted into the army at a young age, and after the war, instead of returning home, he traveled south.
The south was prosperous and different from the desolate north, nurturing people with gentleness and elegance.
Huo Shu was immediately drawn to a delicate-looking young woman, only to find out she was already promised to someone else.
Just as he lamented his luck, news of the young woman’s broken engagement reached him…
Without hesitation, Huo Shu declared, “I will marry you.”
