The wind in City A of the Republic of China blew through the carved window lattice of the western-style buildings and also passed by the tall poplar trees in the military camps.
When the young general Xiao Yichen first met Xie Zhi'an, he thought he was meeting a delicate young master living in a boudoir. There was cunning behind the gold-rimmed glasses and a restlessness wrapped in a satin gown, which was incompatible with the iron-blooded battlefield he was used to. But after several confrontations, under the seemingly fragile skin, the vivid soul was like a spark, which caught off guard and ignited his frozen heart.
He began to unconsciously pass the warm soup to the other party's hand, used military boots to fend off the offending drunk at the banquet, and pressed the man's letter full of complaints under the battle map. The soldier's feelings directly collided with the young master's awkwardness, and the collision produced a clumsy and hot sweetness: it was a piece of cake secretly shared in the barracks late at night, it was the tip of Xiao Yichen's ears that turned red when he stuffed the military medal into Xie Zhi'an's palm, and it was the fact that they still held each other's hands tightly despite the suspicion of the world.
However, there is no room for gentleness in troubled times. Smoke of gunfire spread over the city, and the guns were aimed at the weak points. They protected their homeland and the secrets hidden under their military uniforms and gowns. When the final horn sounded, the young general's gun and the noble master's pen finally fell together in a pool of blood before dawn.
The world may not remember their names, but they only know that in those troubled times, there were two people who, with their short time together, fought against the coldness of the entire era.
