Night of Wangchuan

In the war-torn years of resistance, a battle-hardened general fights for his life on the front lines. By my side is Zhou Hanchuan: my husband's sharpest blade, my silent shield, the instructor who once trained me with the harshest lessons, and the most elite shadow of the military intelligence service. When the city falls, I am captured by the enemy. What happened in that hellish cage? I remember only him tearing through the night, covered in blood, and... leaving a searing mark on my shoulder that never faded.

When the general returns victorious, Zhou Hanchuan has changed. He is still the most loyal guard, but only in the dead of night, in his dreams, does his gaze roil with pain I cannot understand, heavier than the smoke of gunpowder, and... something burning hot. Years later, what are the general's final instructions from his sickbed? What a heavy burden does Zhou Hanchuan take upon himself?

Now, the way he protects me is entirely different. Day after day, his tenderness fills the blank spaces in my memory, and before I know it, I give him my heart and body completely. But when his burning lips kiss the old scar and he rasps that it is "his mark," what lies in the unfathomable depths of his eyes: devotion, or a sin that eats away at the soul? My instructor, my guard, my... husband? What secret lies buried beneath this love born in troubled times, a secret only he remembers, while I lost it forever in a dark dungeon? Is that scar a mark of loyalty, or the beginning of betrayal?