Within the Imperial City, the rain drizzled down for almost the entire night, coating the entire space with a layer of chill. Snowflake trees swayed gently, their petals blanketing the sky like a winter landscape, everything was almost pure white to the point of holiness. Beneath a snowflake tree, a woman wearing a white dress that, despite being soaked in the rain, remained spotless, sat leaning against the tree.

The woman, Su Rumo, with just the breath of life left in her, knew her time was nearing. The doctor said that her ailment was heart disease which was incurable. She was driving herself to the brink, like a trapped creature caged for battle, pushing herself eventually towards death.

Yet, she did not want to tolerate such excruciating torment any longer. Let it all end quickly. As she closed her eyes, a hot stream of tears almost scorched the pale, almost translucent skin on her cheeks.

In the enveloping darkness, perhaps when she was on her deathbed, many past events emerged clearly in her mind. Those were her life experiences.

Her life could only be described in four words: "Utterly Tragic." It could be written into a lengthy, tragic historical novel.

In her confusion, she remembered, she had once loved a man named Yu Xiuzhe. At that time, she did not know, nor did she understand, how such an outstanding man found her, who she regarded as insignificant in the vast sea of people.

Of course, she also didn’t know that the man was merely trying to seek a mirror image of another woman in her. If she had known, she definitely would not have let herself fall so deep.

He treated her tenderly and adored her. She once thought herself to be the happiest person in the world, without a doubt. But after the prosperity has faded, all the love turned into grief.

"Su Rumo, do you think Zhe truly loves you? You wish! It's only because you look just like the woman he loves."

The woman had once looked at her with such a sarcastic, yet pitying gaze, ruthlessly revealing the truth.

"Believe me, it's not me!"

A woman's voice echoes in her ear, clear and melodious, with endless bitterness in the tranquility. This was her, Su Rumo's voice, her humble plea toward that man.

"You are not her, you're unworthy. Unworthy of having a face identical to hers," that stunning face with cold eyes, that also once showed warmth to her.

"Ha! Who sent us here? Let’s make sure you die an informed ghost. Since you did something to Yu Xiuzhe’s woman, we’re here to let you have a taste."

As the man with a meaty face ripped open her clothes and spewed those words that filled her with despair, she wished she had never lived at all, never known that man called Yu Xiuzhe. Mu Yuanyuan had once been violated, because of her. It wasn't her fault in the first place, but for her sake, he decided to treat her this way?

The scene changes, taking us to another act. “Aze, I beg you, please save Anan, he’s our child!”

At this point, she had been estray from him for three years, giving birth to their child in a foreign land. Their child suffered from a rare blood disease. The imperial family’s blood was of a rare type that only Yuxiuze could cure Anan. But when she sought him for help, what did she receive?

He was laughing, his celestial countenance gleaming with a mocking luster. “Su Ruman,” he said, “who do you think you are? You give birth to a child because you want to, and now you want me to take responsibility?”

At that moment, she resented him deeply. Afterwards, Anan was no more. Still, the man never thought of letting her go. He imprisoned her, forcing her to leave her husband. He tortured her innumerably, denying her everlasting happiness.

Su Ruman still remembered, during her absolute despair, a man named Xu Mushen stood by her. He remained with her through the darkest times, and took three years to prove to her that he would never let her cry again, shield her, love her, and never let her feel lonely. He would give her the one thing she had been seeking: a “home”.

Her heart, once riddled with wounds, almost dead, was warmed and reborn due to his care, and her only hope, “Anan”.

She married Xu Mushen. She whipped up the courage to forget the past and devote her life to him, and she never regretted her decision. Nor had she ever thought of betraying him.

Yet, destiny had a cruel way of repeating the past. Once again, it seemed like the past events were replaying. Su Ruman suddenly became an unfaithful, promiscuous woman from his beloved— this was what he told her.

Ironically, when she was sick with a high fever, the man brought another woman home. He said, “You are a lowly woman, deserving of hell in body and spirit.” Even pushed her down the stairs himself.

With so much blood gushing out of her body, Su Ruman knew her end was near. Her only hope, her unborn child, was gone. She couldn't help Anan or her unborn baby.

The pain was unbearable. The two men she loved had wreaked havoc on her heart in the name of love.

The entire sequence replayed in Su Ruman's mind like a film reel. She opened her eyes to find her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood but no tears in her eyes. Perhaps she didn't want to cry, or maybe her tears had long run dry.

In this life, she no longer had the strength to start over. She couldn't fight for justice for her innocent children. Su Ruman was a woman deeply moved by love, yet her depth of feeling was also her weakness. This time, she found no reason nor the strength to continue living. It was all an ill-fated love.

Her vision was blurred, but a face emerged clearly in her mind. Her lips parted slightly as she whispered, “It turns out you are the one I could never let go.” Disappointment filled her heart. “Su Ruman, you’ve always been so weak," she mocked herself.

She stayed silent for a while, then took out her phone, intending to make a call, but stopped. She was afraid of his contempt, his cold gaze, of her inability to let go, and ended up recording a voice message. Just once more, she wanted to be weak.

This was her last confession at death's door, as Su Ruman opened her mouth once more, but a mouthful of crimson seeped from the corners of her lips. It took her quite a while to catch her breath, even her voice sounded so pale, "Aze," she paused, it had been so long, this name felt both so familiar and so foreign.

"If there is a life after this, do you think it's good to see each other without recognition? I will forget you, forget Xu Mushed, forget all the grudges, love, hatred, and feuds. I will keep far, far away from you. If by accident we bump into each other, I will come to collect the debt you owe me, I will avenge our child, I will take your life."

Having said so much, Su Ruman had no energy left in her. Her phone fell to the ground, and she took out the prepared razor blade, aiming it at the major artery in her wrist...

Bright red blood gradually spread out, surprisingly painless.

Her heart died, and her body was wiped out, Su Ruman seemed to already smell the scent of death. She smiled faintly, a river of blood dyed the snow petals red, just like the most bewitching Lycoris Radiata. Legend has it Lycoris Radiata, also known as Higanbana, is the flower that guides the deceased to the other world. Were they welcoming her?

That's what she wanted. She figured Yuxi Ze would never set foot here again. If her body could turn into spring mud, nurturing the snow tree that had accompanied her over many years, that would be quite nice. She would no longer feel so adrift and rootless, like duckweed floating atop a pond.

A month later, in the Snow Hospital of the Imperial City, Su Ruman felt like her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds as she slowly opened them. Despite a dizzy head, she didn't find the layout unfamiliar at all. Instantly her heart sank like a stone. Could it be that her suicide attempt failed and she was sent to the hospital?

Dizzy and confused for three full days, Su Ruman finally managed to understand many things and slowly calm herself down. It wasn't a failed suicide attempt, she had been reborn. This face and this body were not hers, but belonged to Mu Xiyan, the only beloved daughter of Mu Jinghuan, a tycoon in Imperial City. She was faced with a reality; she had been reborn with a different face, in a different identity.