Li Qingfeng is dead.
He died in the seventh year after returning to the capital.
During the ten years of his life that became known to the world and were turned into tales, he won countless victories on the battlefield and lived with fearless vigor. His story was too grand and turbulent for words to capture.
Only after the death of the beloved general did the slow-witted young woman who had traveled alongside him set out on that journey again. That was when she finally understood the general’s subtle, tender confession.
“Yezi, did Tahali give you those flowers?” The young woman propped up her chin and picked up the flowers to play with them.
“Yes, they’re gardenias.”
“I remember Li Qingfeng gave me some like these too. Wait, let me find them.” The young woman rummaged around and pulled a hairpin from her pocket, a gardenia fashioned from pure silver.
“The general really was so thoughtful. Lady Ying, did you know gardenias symbolize promises and love?”
“Is that so?” The young woman put the hairpin back in her pocket. “But Li Qingfeng probably didn’t know either. I never heard him say anything about it.”
“Really?” Yezi looked at the gardenia in her hand. How could a general who loved flowers just as much not know what gardenias meant?
It's really beautiful and touching. Woo woo woo, Qingfeng Li, I'm crying to death 😢😢😢😢