“In my previous life, I embroidered all the beauty of spring and gave it to wolves. In this life, the blood beneath my needle will stain the land.”
[A revenge-driven embroidery-house owner vs. a loyal general willing to burn to ashes for her]
The dashing imperial merchant offers mountains of gold and silver: “A Shu, all the silks in the world can be yours. Will you be mine?”
The stern powerbroker promises a phoenix crown and bridal robes: “Be my heir’s wife, and I’ll slaughter your enemies for you.”
Yet she runs to the man who silently shields her from blades amid blood and fire
Pei Jin. He is like a coal burned to ash, saying nothing, yet ready to use his life as a stairway whenever she falls into the abyss.
“Are you afraid?” He tears off his robe to wrap her bloodied hand, his ember-bright eyes searing themselves into her soul.
“I’m here. The sky won’t fall.”
