Wangchuan Night

During the war-torn years of the Anti-Japanese War, the iron-blooded generals fought bloody battles on the front lines. What stayed with me was Zhou Hanchuan - my husband's sharpest knife, my silent shield, the instructor who forged me with the most rigorous academic training, and the shadow of the top military commander. Once the city was broken, I fell into the enemy's hands and was trapped in a hellish prison. What happened? I only remember him tearing the night apart, bringing with him blood, and... Leaving a burning mark on my shoulder that will never fade away. The general returned in triumph, and Zhou Hanchuan changed. He was still the most loyal guard, but when he came back from his dream at midnight, his eyes were filled with incomprehensible pain and... Some kind of heat that was thicker than gunpowder smoke. Years later, what was the general's last request before his deathbed? What kind of heavy shackles Zhou Hanchuan has taken over? Now, the way he protects me is completely different. My blank memory was filled with his tenderness day after day, and I couldn't help but surrender my body and mind completely. But when his hot lips kissed the old scar and hoarsely declared that it was "his mark", was the bottomless look in his eyes deep love or bone-gnawing sin? My instructor, my escort, my... Husband? Behind this troubled love affair, what kind of secret is buried that only he remembers but I lost forever in the dark dungeon? Is that scar a mark of loyalty or the starting point of betrayal?