At this moment, Miss Yun suddenly realized she had been trapped in a cognitive error all along.
She always thought that the world line where she didn't appear was her husband's true destiny, so she kept wondering who Xu Chang'an's original main wife was, hoping to learn some traits from her that would make him like her.
Because Yun Qian didn't have the concept of fate, nor could anyone manipulate her actions.
That's how it should have been.
But...
But.
In fact, a girl's fate can be manipulated.
If it's her husband's request, if it's his words, it can manipulate her destiny.
Yun Qian's eyes quivered gently in their sockets as she lifted her gaze through the carriage to the frosty heaven filled with continuous gloomy rain.
The storm turned into drizzle, but it still kept falling.
Yun Qian took a deep breath.
Could it be... just as he said, her appearance was in line with destiny, with the fate manipulated and arranged by her husband?
