Remembering Our First Meeting

When Bo Xi'an first met Pei Che, he was in the midst of fighting rebel troops**. He rode a pure black horse, clad in dark robes and silver armor. The setting sun seemed to lose its light as it fell upon him.

His gaze followed the fleeting figure, its cold gleam flashing through the air. For a moment, he stared, completely captivated, forgetting where he was.

Pei Che, however, thought: Could this man be an idiot? With that vacant look, ten lives wouldn't be enough for him.

The idiot was exceptionally handsome. Not stunningly beautiful, but possessed of a gentle air like a clear spring, and a smile like a breeze brushing one's face.

I only hope the years remain peaceful and beautiful, just as they were when we first met.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.