My Strategist Is a Wicked Child: The Mad General Bows Down

I resent the moon for shining high in the sky without shining on me alone, yet I still crave the warmth he occasionally lets show.

I want to sever this bond, but my resolve falters.

I want to bind him to me, but my heart aches.

Zhuang Zhixing: “Sir, would you be willing to follow me, just as you followed my father?”