Reborn to Conquer the World With My Childhood Sweetheart

[Xianxia · reborn · battlefield · devotion]

He was once a deputy general on the Northern Liang battlefield, a man who threw his life away for eight years, all so he could fight one last battle and return home to marry the girl as cold as ice.

But what awaited her was a thin wooden coffin and a bloodstained hairpin.

On the night of his funeral, she put on a red wedding dress, slipped the hairpin into her hair, and hanged herself.

When Chen Feng opened his eyes again, he was back in the summer when he was sixteen. The sunlight was warm, his mother was still feeding the chickens, his father was still hoeing the fields, and she was still alive. Only, she didn't remember.

She didn't remember waiting for him for seven years, or their final farewell.

Chen Feng said nothing. In his previous life, he had pursued her for all his days and still never managed to tell her he loved her. This time, he wouldn't rush. He repaired her roof, carried her wooden basin, ate the rice cakes she brought him, and drank the chicken soup she made. Like a quiet flame, he slowly warmed the heart that had been cold for sixteen years, little by little.

Meanwhile, an ancient bronze key in his heart was slowly awakening. The Flame of Separation, one of the nine ancient keys. The people who had killed him in his previous life were still lurking in the shadows, weaving a vast web of schemes stretching from Qingyang City to the capital.

Chen Feng wouldn't rush into revenge. He would play this game slowly. Every move would be solid, every piece placed in the shadows.

A reborn man slowly making up for the regrets of two lifetimes. A woman with no memories, falling in love with the same man again by instinct. And the true storm was still quietly brewing, far beyond their sight.