1 Prologue

My story actually ended a few minutes or was it months? Or years? Honestly, I don't know how long has it been since I died.

Due to some abnormal circumstances, I just found myself here at this place with nothing but the memories that I've been loved, hated and missed instead of being in heaven or hell.

It was my 17th winter when he carried me to our house after getting married,both of my arms around his neck. He lowered the pair of blue-est eyes that I saw in my entire life,a small smile planted on his lips,I couldn't help but to hide my face due to embarassness as I heard him chuckled before touching my cheek. I knew that moment that I really loved the man who's holding me tight right now.

A year after that night it was also winter when I heard the first cry of my son. A small dumpling who's too lazy to open his eyes and witness how beautiful the world is despite of it's flaws.

Days turned to weeks until years passed by. Though my Husband rarely comes home due to his work at the capital,everytime I hear the small bell at our door rings and a familiar man whose eyes as blue as the ocean came by, the few days he spent with us were still the happiest moments of my life.

My son has my black hair and luckily got his father's eyes. Sometimes I just found myself staring at my little dumpling's eyes and a wave of discomfort, and sadness flow through me.

I really wish that life here is so much easier so he no longered have to work at capital.

Soon. A memories that's really vague came into my view. A pavilion beside a beautiful lake, a gorgeous young woman who's hair as white as snow and lips as red as plum berry . She stood there eyes closed her hands were tightly around her lover, A man whom I knew and Loved since I was 7.

That's how I knew. Why he stopped coming back ,why he never camed back.

The man that I loved gently raised his hand, lifted the chin of that woman and planted a small kiss.

Soon more memories that didn't belong to me showed up.

A familiar scene when he carried a woman to their bed but this time that girl was not me. It was not me who he make love with, It was not me whom given him his second child. It was not me who could give him wealth and power.

I was and never would be the princess.

I'm stuck at being a farmer's daughter, stuck at being his first forgotten wife and it looks like stuck at this place with the memories of his lips at her neck.

Hey. Soooooo.

This concept just suddenly came while i was listening to Maiko Fujita "Koi No Ochite". Really really great music. Plus the fact that i been rereading a lot of my alltime favs chinese novels. It's my first time creating this kind of novel. Haha.

Expect a lot of Grammatical Errors and super short chapters.

Not edited.

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