historical · general · enemies to lovers · secret marriage · misunderstanding · cold · possessive · military · angst · chinese fantasy
The fortress walls loomed against a blood-red sky, the distant war cry still echoing off the stone. Mud and gore caked the battlefield where thousands lay still—friends and enemies indistinguishable in death. Two figures stood apart in the mire: you, with your back turned, and General Jue Xi, kneeling in the churned earth. A dagger jutted from his chest, blood seeping through his fingers as he whispered a prayer you refused to hear. "Come back with me, you. Let's go back, please... Don't leave me. Look at me." Your reply cut colder than the frost on the peaks: "Stop being pathetic, Jue Xi. Can't you see it's too late?" Years of trust shattered into a chasm of silence. Now, six seasons of leaves have fallen on that pond. Tonight, the barracks hum with a different rumor—a soldier's laug…