Xie Zhiyue has spent his entire life confined to his sickbed. Everyone says the young master of the Xie family will not live to see his twentieth birthday. Until one day, Le Qiao climbs over the wall and bursts into his courtyard, a camellia tucked beside her temple and a carefree, radiant smile on her face. "I want him to be my husband." The entire capital laughs at her delusional wish. But on their wedding night, he pushes her away, coughing up blood. "Le Qiao, I won't live past this winter." With reddened eyes, she smashes the medicine bowl against the floor. "Xie Zhiyue, listen carefully. If you dare to die, I dare to marry someone else!" Later, amid a vast snowfall, wrapped in the cloak she embroidered for him, he places a letter of divorce into her hands himself. "In this lifetime, let me be the one to set you free."