Qingsi Wan
Rumors are rife throughout the city. Everyone says that I, Su Qingwan, was able to marry into the Xiao family only because the look in my brows and eyes echoed the youthful white moonlight Xiao Linchuan had pined over for years. After our marriage, Xiao Linchuan indulged me in every possible way, memorized all my likes and dislikes, and insisted on preferring me dressed in plain, elegant qipao gowns. Time and again, I saw him alone, toying with the dark silk hair tie he had treasured for so long, a lingering, lonely tenderness spreading through his eyes. Such deep longing, it seemed, had never been meant for me. I slowly tucked away my naturally lively spirit, shaped myself into a gentle temper modeled on the white moonlight of the rumors, and quietly resigned myself to being a stand-in who could never see the light. It took me a long time to realize that this hair tie Xiao Linchuan had treasured year after year had been given to him by my own hands in my youth, before I lost my memories. The world mistook the true person for a shadow, and Xiao Linchuan chose silence, guarding alone a reunion that spanned many years, letting a lingering misunderstanding slowly grow between us through every day and night. Thanks to the beautification teachers, 未完结 and censy.