She was Chu Jiaoyue, the most exalted princess of the Great Ye Dynasty. He was Xie Yun, the most dazzling young man in Jinling. Their betrothal should have been a match made in heaven, but overnight, the entire Xie family was executed. That night, blood stained all of Jinling.
Thirteen years later, he became Rong Xian, the adopted son of the chief minister and the Cheng Emperor's most trusted member of the Xuanyuan Guards. Gentle as jade and always planning several steps ahead, he sent his enemies to the executioner's block one by one.
Then, at the Western Garden training grounds, an arrow flew from its bow. A figure leaped into the air and caught it with bare hands. She looked up at him, her eyes full of wariness and unfamiliarity. He lowered his gaze to her, his eyes holding thirteen years of restraint and deep affection.
She did not recognize him. He did not dare to recognize her.
And it all began on that night of pouring rain. That year, he was twelve and she was seven. It was the last time they walked together beneath the sun, free of all cares.
A massacre that destroyed an entire family, a betrothal left unfulfilled, and two people who had each struggled through thirteen years of darkness. In the end, they were destined to meet again in Jinling.
