Mu Qingshuang, a young general, died a tragic death on the battlefield.
Reborn in an enemy country, she set out to destroy the vicious woman, kill her evil father, and eliminate anyone who stood in her way.
But nightmares haunted her every night, and she swore to avenge the hundred thousand soldiers.
While praying for blessings at a temple, she happened upon a monk with a small head, broad shoulders, a high nose, and a pair of irresistibly alluring eyes. Her heart stirred, and she found herself secretly growing fond of him.
But later, the man she saved, a bloodthirsty killer, refused to let go of her hand.
Xingzhi said, “Shuang’er, you saved my life. You’d better hold on tight.”
Mu Qingshuang looked at the person kneeling by her bed, like a stray puppy with nowhere to go. Feeling sorry for him, she stroked his long hair.
On their wedding night, he said, “Shuang’er, do you like this monk’s look? I’ll shave my head, and then you can love me to your heart’s content, my wife. How does that sound?”
