Summary
Cui Hezhou had been reborn twice, yet he could never escape the fate of marrying me.
By the third time, he finally accepted it.
He no longer abandoned me in the desolate wilderness just to save my sister first. He stopped loathing the birthmark at the corner of my eye, claiming instead that it was a mark sent by the heavens so he could recognize me.
His resolve remained as unshakable as ever. He crawled his way out of the slums, collapsing before me covered in frost and snow, waiting for me to help him up and take him home, just as I had in our previous two lives.
But this time, the heavens showed mercy, and it was my sister who reached out to help him.
I, instead, picked up another little beggar who looked even more pathetic than him. I smiled and said I wanted to raise this one.
Cui Hezhou stared blankly as I stepped past his hand. He must have been overjoyed-so overjoyed that he looked like he was about to cry.