Blue Flame Blade: My Husband Is Xiang Yu

The first volume tells the story of Xiang Yu from Blue Sword after his discharge from the military. The second volume is about the heroine Shen Tang, a different person with the same name, and Xiang Yu, Jiang Xiaoyu, Lu Yan... and their time in the marines. The heroine is Shen Tang, and the male lead is Xiang Yu. He is an elite marine who once served in the deep sea, his hands covered in calluses from handling guns and storms hidden in his eyes. He is used to concealing his tenderness beneath camouflage. She is a quiet young woman who works in a bookstore, her fingertips scented with ink and a crabapple blossom planted in her heart. She is always searching for the warmth of everyday life in the pages of old books. Their lives were on parallel paths, until an accident brought them together, and the deep-sea waves collided with the fragrance of crabapple blossoms. Sunlight gilded her hair in warm gold; half of a faded sailor shirt peeked out from his military-green backpack. From cautiously sharing a bowl of hot porridge, to firmly shielding her from an unreasonable customer; from his unease over their different backgrounds, to his resolute promise when her older brother put him to the test: “I’ll protect her with my life.” He turned the marines’ loyalty into porridge simmered at dawn, an umbrella opened on a rainy night, and walks together beneath the streetlights after the bookstore closed. She wove the tenderness of crabapple blossoms into the patience to accept his silence, the attentiveness to listen to his past, and a palm that soothed the weathering between his brows. His family’s approval was tucked into the sweetness of crabapple pastries, his comrades’ blessings woven into the patterns of deep-sea coral, and his vow was engraved in the waters where he proposed to her: “I’m loyal to my country, and I’ll be even more so to you.” When the cold gleam of Blue Sword met the warmth of an old book’s title page, and the grandeur of the deep sea mingled with the sweetness of crabapple blossoms, they finally understood: the best love doesn’t mean sanding down each other’s edges. It means he is willing to sheath his sharpness for her, and she dares to face the storms for him, letting the faint light of their two worlds shine beneath the same roof