Proud, adorable princess vs. cold, slow-witted general
His one and only faith in life brought him supreme glory and honor.
Her one and only wish in life was to change the way the world saw and dreamed of things.
A chance encounter, a strand of hair brushing past his ear, leaving behind a faint, cool fragrance.
He dared not look up, yet still imagined the woman's delicate face.
At a banquet, he finally saw her clearly, only to find a face with thick brows, full lips, and high cheekbones.
Murong Qing was drinking at the banquet when, among countless gazes, she noticed one burning stare.
They looked at each other, and all they felt was disappointment.
Neither could have guessed that one day, that strand of hair would become entwined with Mo Tong's, each strand inseparable from the other.
The ever-victorious general watched with his own eyes as the city walls were breached and enemy troops surged inside. He closed his eyes, unwilling to accept it.
The ever-fastidious princess paid no heed to the blood, grime, and grit covering him as she lifted him into her arms, leaving only dust swirling in the air.
