The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

In Zuo Nian's mind, one memory after another about Hua Ye emerged continuously like a surging tide.

These memories are so vivid and real, as if they happened yesterday.

At this moment, his soul lay quietly on the surface of the sea of ​​​​spirituality, staring at the scenes that kept appearing before his eyes in a trance, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

Is all this real, or is it just an illusory illusion?

Just as he was lost in thought, suddenly, a huge tentacle from the depths of the spiritual sea stretched out, tightly grasped his soul, and mercilessly pulled it into the unfathomable, dark and boundless underwater world.

Following a rapid fall, Zuo Nian's soul finally fell into a dream bubble carefully woven by monsters.

When he took another deep breath and reappeared in front of everyone, he was surprised to find that he was wearing an extremely gorgeous wedding dress and holding a bright hydrangea in his hand.

And on the high seats in the lobby sat his parents, General Hua and Mrs. Hua.

Looking at the other end of the wedding ball, the beautiful Hua Ye with a beautiful smile was looking at him lovingly.

Her charming almond-shaped eyes sparkled with stars, and her face was filled with happiness.

Such a strong visual impact made Zuo Nian stand there in a daze, but soon, his heart was involuntarily immersed in this dreamlike and beautiful scene.

"Worship to the high hall!"

At this moment, a powerful and joyful shout came from my ears. It was the voice of the old man who served as the witness.

However, despite hearing the urging, Zuo Nian still stood there blankly, and was reluctant to lower his proud head.

"Oh my, what's going on? Are you still going to marry me? Zuo Nian, you big blockhead!"

Seeing that Zuo Nian had no reaction, Hua Ye stamped her feet coquettishly and complained with a pout.

Zuo Nian turned his head to look at Hua Ye in front of him. Her every frown, smile, gesture and movement perfectly matched the one in his awakened memory; even her voice was exactly the same.

"Marry, how dare I not marry you, Miss Hua!"

Zuo Nian moved forward a few steps cautiously, moving his body closer to Hua Ye.

He bent down slightly and gently pulled up her small hand, which was as white and tender as mutton-fat jade, feeling the delicate touch and slight warmth from her palm.

The two stood side by side and slowly bowed in front of everyone's gaze.

The noisy and bustling wedding finally faded away, and the guests left one after another, leaving behind a festive yet gradually quiet courtyard.

At this moment, a unique atmosphere of tranquility permeated the beautifully decorated bridal chamber.

The flickering red candles illuminated the room like a dream, but this quiet bridal chamber formed a stark contrast with the heart beating wildly in Zuo Nian's chest.

"Zuo Nian, if you don't take my fan away, my hand will be broken!"

Hua Ye complained coquettishly while gently shaking her slender waist which was a little sore from holding the fan for a long time.

I saw her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible shyness.

Despite this, her coquettish voice of reproach still reached Zuo Nian's ears like the sound of nature, making his heart tremble again.

Hearing Hua Ye's words, Zuo Nian took a deep breath and tried to calm his nervous mood.

He stretched out his slightly trembling big hands and slowly reached for the fan in Hua Ye's hand.

When his fingertips touched the fan handle, it was as if an electric current instantly spread throughout his body, making his movements become gentler.

Finally, as he slowly pulled down the fan, Hua Ye's beautiful face was fully revealed before him...

In Mu Qi's bizarre dream, he had already become the great general who traveled across the world, had great military achievements and was famous.

In this dreamlike world, he finally got his wish and married the woman he had loved for a long time - Jianwu.

Soon after their marriage, they welcomed the fruits of their love: a lovely son and a well-behaved daughter. Their happy and fulfilling life was a life without regrets, a life of utter perfection.

However, as the saying goes, "Man is subject to unexpected changes in the weather and misfortunes and blessings at any time."

Although Mu Qi was highly respected and held a high position among the officials, second only to the emperor, he also suffered endless envy, jealousy and resentment from others.

One day, a letter accusing him of treason was presented to the court.

Faced with this sudden charge, Mu Qi had no way to defend himself and could only watch himself and his family suffer a devastating disaster.

That day, the execution ground was solemn and the cold wind whistled past, as if it was also lamenting for the injustice.

Mu Qi witnessed his relatives being executed one by one, even his infant daughter was not spared.

"Dad, save me! I'm scared..." His son's childish face, which was no different from his own, was already trembling with fear and could only ask for help.

"Husband, can I marry you in the next life?" Jianwu looked at Muqi with a pale face, her eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia, as if saying: She hasn't lived enough!

The tears in the corners of my eyes kept falling, but I was powerless to stop them, and I had no choice but to die...

As the heart-wrenching roars rang out, Mu Qi's originally lifeless eyes were instantly filled with raging anger, as if he wanted to burn all the injustices in the world to ashes.

In an instant, a powerful black energy gushed out from his body, like a thick black curtain, tightly wrapping his body.

From a distance, Muqi looked like a cicada pupa emerging from its cocoon into a butterfly, full of mystery and horror.

Then, his body slowly rose into the air, streaking across the sky like a streak of black lightning, before plummeting into a deep well and disappearing into the darkness. Only ripples of water remained, as if telling this tragic story...