The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

An Lingrong fell asleep in a daze.

Can't tell the difference between dream and reality.

Yu Yang was pulled up from the bed by a great force. A straight-figured lady in palace dress walked into the hall gracefully. She was thin and had light finger marks on her face, but they could not hide her pretty face.

"You are An Lingrong!"

The person opposite smiled faintly, "You're here."

Yu Yang said strangely, "It's you who's here!"

"I've been waiting for you!"

Two identical faces facing each other, as if there was a mirror between them, giving an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Why am I here?" Yu Yang asked the question he wanted to ask most since he traveled through time.

An Lingrong didn't answer her question, but continued, "I come from a humble background. My father disliked me simply because I was a girl. Since childhood, I've learned various skills—embroidery, incense, singing—in the hope of marrying an ordinary man and earning his affection. But my father, eager for promotion, wanted to send me to a high-ranking official, over fifty, as a concubine. I refused, and so I persuaded him to send me to the capital to participate in the imperial selection."

"Sister Zhen took great care of me before and after I entered the palace, but due to my inferiority complex and cowardice, I alienated her and became a pawn of the Queen, killing both her child and Sister Mei."

"My father used me as a stepping stone for promotion, the empress used me as a pawn for abortion, and the emperor treated me like a caged oriole. Aside from Sister Zhen and Sister Mei, I've never received genuine love from anyone in my life. I won't accept this, I won't accept this!"

Yu Yang looked at the woman before him. Her face was once beautiful, but now it was covered with tear marks, making her look extremely haggard and sad. In an extremely flat voice, An Lingrong spoke those despairing words. Every word was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Yu Yang's heart.

"After I died, my soul drifted in the Forbidden City, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation. The ghost said that if I couldn't let go of my obsession, I would never be able to reincarnate. The ghost felt sorry for me and gave me a chance to start over."

"When I was reborn, you happened to be in a car accident and your soul was wandering around. I asked the ghost messenger to let your soul attach to my body, so that you can live for me this time."

Yu Yang figured out the reason for his visit and asked, "You've finally got this opportunity, why don't you live your life again?"

"Inferiority complex is ingrained in my bones. It's hard to change it all at once. I don't want to waste this opportunity, but you're different. You grew up in love. I want to see what An Lingrong looks like when she's in love."

"So how am I doing now in the 21st century?" This is what Yu Yang cares about most.

"Don't worry, when An Lingrong in this world finishes her life, you will return to your world. At that time, you will only be in a coma for seven days. After you return to that world, I will give you an opportunity." An Lingrong answered her with a smile.

"What opportunity?" Yu Yang was very curious.

"That's what people in your area call colorful tickets."

"Lottery!"

"Correct!"

"Ahhh. I promise you." Yu Yang shouted excitedly.

Two identical hands clasped tightly together. "I'm leaving now. Remember, live an upright life. If you have the energy to spare, please help me take care of my mother."

A gust of wind blew by, and Yu Yang suddenly woke up.

It’s still the Yanxi Palace.

Yu Yang looked around in confusion, wondering if she was dreaming. She stared at her hands, as if they didn't belong to her.

After a moment, she picked up the embroidery frame beside her, and her fingers danced nimbly as if given life. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful pattern of carp playing with lotus appeared on the handkerchief.

Yu Yang stared at his masterpiece with eyes wide open in disbelief, his heart filled with doubts: "Did I really embroider this?"

Her thoughts gradually returned to that strange dream. No, it wasn't just a dream. She remembered every detail clearly, memories of another person flooding into her mind like a tide. From that moment on, she was no longer the Yu Yang of the past, but had completely become An Lingrong.

She knew that in the days to come, she had to live an upright and respectable life.

Yu Yang took a deep breath and secretly told himself: "Don't worry, An Lingrong, I will definitely not let you down!"