The Vast Qing River

Wei Qinghe and I met when we were young. We despised each other at first sight, then went on to marry and grow old together. We spent our whole lives guarding against each other, and whenever we were angry, the porcelain in the house always paid the price. His beloved was a delicate flower, while I was the fierce River East shrew. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the year when we were still complete strangers. This time, I decided to let him grow old beside that delicate flower and put the regret in his heart to rest. But he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me. “Might I have seen you somewhere before, miss?” I glared at him. “Keep your eyes sharp. You think even someone like me is someone you get to have seen?” In my previous life, he hated my rudeness the most. Those words alone would have been enough to make him turn and leave. But he still stuck to me like glue. “The moment I saw you, I felt delighted.” I gave a cold laugh. “Of course. I’m going to be your sister-in-law.”