I woke up in the body of Liu Wenzhang, the son of a great general, and even took in Su Wanqing, a young woman who had lost her memory.
I taught her to write and took her to see the lanterns, thinking we could steal half a lifetime of peace amid the chaos of war.
Until the night of the coup, when the rebels slaughtered everyone in the Liu household.
His father burned himself alive in the ancestral hall. His dearest friend, Qin Feng, was pierced by a storm of arrows protecting him. His little sister's head rolled to his feet, her eyes still wide open.
