It's just that fate never gave him a chance. That was all.
If fate had given him a chance, then on the very day of her rebirth, Xie Jinbai wouldn't have appeared outside the carriage, overheard her words, and become suspicious of her identity.
If fate had given him a chance, she would have held onto her hatred for how he'd paraded his new concubine—the act that led to her own tragic death—and would never, ever have forgiven him.
Instead of what was happening now.
Their engagement was already set.
And yet they still had to...
To find hope after despair, only to be plunged back into despair after a moment of joy—the feeling was just too agonizing.
The atmosphere inside the carriage grew heavy.
Cui Lingyao felt uneasy as well.
She felt a pang of guilt.
'She shouldn't feel guilty, though.'
'But perhaps it was because he was too sincere, too good.'
'Or perhaps it was because he had always treated her with the utmost respect.'
