Love Amid the Flames of War: The Cold-Faced Warlord’s Headstrong Runaway Wife

She is a rose nurtured by the misty rains of Jiangnan, while he is an Asura tempered amid the flames of war in the north. A forced marriage drags her into his world of fire and war. Gu Qingzhou: “Commander Yan, you may have my body, but you’ll never have my heart.” Yan Suizhi: “Your heart? What would I want with that? As long as you’re in my arms, that’s enough.” She flees, he pursues. She fights back with all her wits and courage, only to be domineeringly dragged back by him every time and confined within a narrow space. Everyone says the Commander’s wife lives a life of boundless splendor. Who knows she is a songbird with clipped wings? As conspiracies, war, and the past are gradually laid bare, as the rose’s thorns wound him and herself time and again, how can hands accustomed only to holding a gun learn to cradle this delicate flower? Can a tender flower bloom on the path of the Asura? This is a story of “she flees, he pursues, and she can’t escape even if she had wings.”