In my previous life, I died taking an arrow for him. Yet he held his beloved in his arms and sneered, “How could a daughter of the General’s Residence possibly be worthy of being my benefactor?”
Reborn, I avoided him like the plague, but he knelt and offered me his military tally. “Master, I was blind in my past life.”
Later, when enemy forces threatened the border, he donned armor for me and fought by my side for three days and three nights.
Beneath the city walls, he smiled and kissed my bloodstained fingertips. “This time, let me be your shadow.”
