She was Wufeng’s sharpest blade. He was the most unruly young man in the Gong Clan. Their sharp-tongued bickering turned into entrusting each other with their lives, and their mutual probing into deep-rooted love. Yet her identity hung over them like a blade poised above their heads. “You never asked whether I wanted to be your enemy.”
Two children who grew up in darkness met in the pharmacy of the Zhi Palace. She began with a lie, and he met it with sincerity. In the end, she broke free of Wufeng’s cage, and he shattered the Gong Clan’s prejudice. Together, they broke every shackle and, amid a garden of white peonies, found names and a home of their own.
