The Cold Prince Coaxes Me to Sleep Every Day

“When I return, I’ll marry you.” Those were the last words he spoke before going off to war.

Two years apart, and now all that remains is a tattered piece of clothing in her hands and a promise he can never fulfill.

The woman stands before the cliff, letting the rain lash against her. Water trickles down her cheeks. Her indifferent eyes ripple like still water, and her slender fingers gently stroke the armor in her hands.

She looks at the corpses strewn beneath Mount Langya, at bright red blood staining the land and flowing into every river in the State of Wei. She watches the once-sacred homeland lie in ruins, and the splendid imperial capital become the domain of Wu Zhou.