Her name is Quan Lin, the top star of Zhaixing Pavilion, she is cold and distant, and her songs are worth a fortune.
Her name is Zhou Yao, a hussar general, cold-faced and taciturn, with great military exploits.
There is no intersection. Until she defected from a high school, kept her name anonymous, and was "happily" rescued by Zhou Yao as an orphan girl "A Ning".
One acted realistically, and the other acted thoroughly. In the general's mansion, she called her "benefactor" and timidly hid all her sharpness; she treated her as her younger sister and took good care of her, never thinking too much about it. It wasn't until the night she was seriously injured and fell into coma, when she cried and disclosed her identity by the bedside, that she realized that the nearly two years of getting along day and night had been a deliberate approach from beginning to end.
From disguise to honesty, from benefactor to real name, from protection to side by side. She helped her regain her position as the Lord of Jiangnan City, and she relieved her of twenty years of general glory.
For five years, there has been a war in the north, and I miss you thousands of miles away.
When she returned home from her armor and broke into the boudoir at night, what greeted her was a sharp blade at her throat——
And tears hotter than blades.
This is not a love at first sight story.
They are two people covered with scars. Over the long years, inch by inch, they have recognized each other as their home.
Intention: True love is not choosing to stay after seeing the whole truth - it is choosing to believe before she even confesses.
This is a story about "being seen". Two people who are accustomed to living in armor, one uses coldness to disguise vulnerability, and the other uses coldness to disguise tenderness. She hides her edge and pretends to be cowardly, not because she is weak by nature, but because she is afraid of being abandoned again; she keeps her distance with a straight face, not because she is cold-hearted, but because she is afraid that once she gets close, she will never be able to take him back.
What the story wants to express is: The most rare thing in the world is not a grand confession, but someone who is willing to go through all your disguises, touch the true core that even you dare not look directly at, and then say -
"Just relax here with me."
Regardless of gender or identity. Whether they are generals or city lords, stripping away all the labels given by society, they are just two people who finally left a light for each other in the long darkness.
And, love is not about sacrifice and fulfillment, but about two people moving forward together and living "I" as "we".