Back then, he said his name was Li Bao'er, and she said hers was Song Xi'er.
When they met again after years apart, she was Bi Xi'nü, Guo Zixing's adopted daughter, while he was Zhu Wenzhong, Zhu Yuanzhang's adopted son.
The young man was exceptionally handsome, with brows like ink strokes and sharply slanting eyebrows. His features were clean-cut, and he carried the keen air of a military man. His eyes seemed to hold the cold stars of the mountains, lighting up with an unexpected flash of delight.
“Bao'er, call me Auntie.”
The young woman tipped her head back and leaned closer. The corners of her eyes curved gently, a faint smile playing on her lips, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink. It wasn't shyness, but the delight of a girl who had found something amusing.
“Tsk...” Defiance filled the young man's beautiful eyes. His dark pupils flickered, and his lips pressed into a tight line, yet he still couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.
This is a story beyond the pages of history, of hearts drawn together and staying true through the turmoil of a chaotic age, across the boundaries of time.
