The northern frontier is bitterly cold, swept by sandstorms. Li Zhaoran, the general guarding the pass (nickname: Li Mahua), can’t stand pampered pretty boys from the capital.
Especially the stunning young man sent to her camp for “training”: Su Nian’an.
The young master has fair skin and delicate features, a soft voice, and a frail constitution. He blushes when she looks at him and trembles when she touches him, like a startled little rabbit.
Li Zhaoran sends him off to feed the horses, thinking he won’t last three days before crying his way back to the capital.
But then...
When she patrols the camp, he follows her with a hand warmer, gazing up at her. “General, I’m cold...”
When she kills a spy, he covers his eyes and trembles. “There’s so much blood!” Yet he still clutches her sleeve.
When she bathes... he waits outside her tent with her clothes, face so red it looks ready to drip blood. Stammering, he says, “I-I’ll guard the door for you, General!”
The entire army bets on how long it’ll take the pretty boy to get scared off.
Until the barbarians launch a surprise attack. At the critical moment, the young master everyone thought too weak to take care of himself unleashes astonishing strength, clinging tightly to an assassin’s leg and taking a fatal blow meant for her.
Blood stains his snow-white robes. Tears in his eyes from the pain, he still smiles at her. “G-General... this time... I didn’t tremble...”
Holding the pretty boy in her arms as his breath grows faint, Li Zhaoran finally panics.
#IMeantToFeedHimToTheHorsesButPickedUpADevotedPuppy#
#TheMaleLeadIsGorgeousButHopelessAtFighting#
#TheHeroineIsAtTheTopOfThePowerScale#
