Summary
Cui Hezhou had been reborn twice, yet he still couldn’t escape the fate of marrying me.
By the third time, he finally resigned himself to it.
He no longer abandoned me in the desolate wilderness just to save my sister first. Nor did he despise the birthmark at the corner of my eye anymore; instead, he claimed it was a mark from the heavens to help him recognize me.
His resolve was as steadfast as ever. He crawled out of the slums, covered in frost and snow, and collapsed before me, 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. It was my sister who helped him up.
I, instead, picked up another little beggar-one even more wretched than he-and said with a smile that I would raise this one.
Cui Hezhou stared blankly as I bypassed his outstretched hand. He must have been overjoyed-so overjoyed that he looked like he was about to cry.